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IRA C. FULLER. 



POEMS AND ESSAYS 



MANY AUTHORS OF THIS AND EARLIER 
CENTURIES 



GIVEN BY THEM THROUGH THE ORGANISM 

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A MODERN PSYCHIC 



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TABLE OF CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Introduction Bishop Matthew Simpson.. 7 

Love in the Land of Im- 
mortals Henry W. Longfellow 9 

Conscience William Shakespeare 13 

A Thousand Years Walt Whitman 17 

The True Healing Hypatia 22 

Through the Crucible Joanna D'Arc 24 

The Fires of Truth John Milton 27 

Bring Flowers Mabel 29 

The Valley of Peace Joseph Addison 30 

Greater Works Robert Browning 33 

The Poet's Song Lord Byron 36 

Conquered Gautama Buddha 38 

Rest Lydia Sigourney 40 

Great Souls Charles Dickens 41 

To One I Love Phoebe Gary 43 

Celestial Land Felicia Hemans 44 

Sweetheart Alfred Tennyson 46 

Heavenly Gift Lilly Eicke 47 

Spring Song Lucy Larcom 49 

The Over Soul Hypatia 51 

The Furies Dante 52 

Three Angels Anonymous 54 

The Blessed Mother Mary 55 

Sing, Happy Bird Alice Gary 57 

Invocation Helen of Troy 58 

A Greeting Bobby Burns 60 

Hymn Charles Wesley 61 

Upward Lucy Gary 62 

Thy Will Be Done Victor Hugo 64 

My Bird of Faith Henry W. Longfellow 65 

Love Constantina 66 



VI IKDEX 

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Man Thou Shalt Never Die. Sir Walter Scott 68' 

Beautiful Things Laceonia 71 

God in Nature Lucoedea 73 

An Inner Meaning Alexander Gremlin 74 

My Prayer Anonymous 75 

God's Ways Zenobia 76 

My Queen of Song Anonymous 78 

From Zone to Zone Mayah 79 

Winter Fled Elizabeth B. Browning.... 81 

The Ages Howard 82 

The Iron Egg Anonymous 84 

Exaltation Vesta 91 

Heart of Grace be Unde- 

filed Mother Mary 94 

Star of Love Empress Josephine 95 

Eternal Verities Eliza Cook 96 

Celestial Visitants Leigh Hunt 98 

Thought John Dryden 100 

My Mother's Angel Facc.Bulwer-Lytton 101 

The Jewels of a King Anonymous 103 

Ye Seekers for the Light. ..Princess Mary of Conde....l08 

Vanity Fair AVilliam M. Thackeray 109 

When God is in the Heart. .Schiller Ill 

Nature Percy Bysshe Shelley 113 

Whisper it, Winds Samuel Taylor Coleridge. .114 

Human Service Confucius 115 

Power of God Catherine Beecher 117 

The Forces of the Universe. Marcus Aurelius 119 

Ministration Margaret Fuller 121 

An Allegory John Bunyan 122 

True Salvation Bishop Matthew Simpson. .125 

Greeting Anonymous 128 



INTRODUCTION. 

IT IS with great pleasure that the writer of these lines 
responds to the invitation to prepare an introductory 
message to the public that shall briefly state the object 
and mission of this book. It is not necessary to point 
out the arguments to a discerning and unbiased mind in 
favor of the claims of modern spiritualism and of the 
proofs which it gives of the existence of human intelli- 
gences who have lived upon earth, and who have passed 
to an immortal plane, for those who care to learn of this 
truth will find ample for studying it to their satisfaction. 
Therefore we shall start out with the premise that human 
individuality is never lost, and that under favorable con- 
ditions the entity that has passed through death and re- 
tained its consciousness can communicate intelligently 
with mortals. If one soul can do this, millions — with 
equal opportunity — can do the same. 

Some time since it was planned in the spiritual realm 
that a band of advanced and refined intelligences, whose 
names and works were familiar to all men, should return 
and through a chosen instrument present to this muii- 
dane sphere such productions as would from an intellec- 
tual and literary standpoint give token of their continued 
identity and personal power. Thus it happens that the 
book, of which these lines constitute the preface, has 
been prepared and sent forth upon the world. The wide 
and versatile range of subjects, the variety of matter, 



8 ixtroductio:n". 

scientific, literary, philosophical, poetical — all given by 
the hand of one psychic who has served as the faithful 
amanuensis of the communicating intelligences attest to 
the Avonders and the power of spirit communications. 

The illustrious names appended to these productions 
may be found in history, and the compiler of this work 
has no objection to a comparison of the articles and 
poems of the book, with the productions which their 
reputed authors left to posterity, for we know that the 
internal evidence of the verity of the claims of the one 
or the other will in most instances, if not in all, be 
discerned. 

It is with no hope of worldly reward that this book is 
sent out, but with a spirit of obedience to the Divine to 
quench not the light of the Spirit, and that thoughtful 
minds may be strengthened by its perusal, that it is given 
to the world. 

Bishop Matthew Simpsoh. 

Received May 1st, 1897. 

P. S. About two hundred poems and essays, being part 
of the matter referred to in this introduction, is reserved 
for another volume, as it was supposed by the publisher 
that the volume would be too large, therefore it was 
divided. But it is only fair to say that Bishop Simpson's 
introduction was intended for all the poems and essays 
given to me for the world, and it is hoped that the next 
volume will soon appear. 

Yours most respectfully, 

Ira C. Fuller. 



LOVE IN THE LAND OF IMMORTALS. 

SWING back, oh ye gates of the future, 
Swing back, oh ye gates of the blest, 
And show to the vision of mortals 
The glorified mansions of rest! 
Swing open ye gates of the city. 

The city celestial and white. 
That children of earth may encounter 
Your beautiful valleys of light! 

Swing open, oh gates on your portals, 

Swing open that mortals may view 
The land of the Sainted Immortals 

Where peace reigneth holy and true ! 
Keveal all your gardens of splendor. 

Your rivers of purest delight, 
Your beautiful souls, sweet and tender. 

Enrobed in their garments of white! 

Swing open, oh gates of the morning, 

The gates of the beautful land, 
Swing open while Love is adoring, 

Each home by his masterful hand! 
Swing open and show to the weary, 

And show to the lonely and sad 
Your prospects enchanting and cheery 

Where only sweet comfort is had! 



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10 LOVE IK THE LAND OF IMMORTALS. 

Swing open, oh hinges all golden, 

Ye gates of the mystical world, 
Where Spirits have never grown olden, 

Where life is forever impearled 
With beauty and light, and forever 

The heart groweth youthful and bright, 
Where sorrowing and suffering never 

Appear any spirit to smite ! 

Swing open, swing open. Oh Heaven, 
And show to the children of earth 

The joy that to Angels is given. 

To all who have gained higher birth! 

For Love in the land of immortals 

Hath touched every heart with it's wand. 

For Love at the Heavenly portals 
Gives blessing with bountiful hand. 

Oh sweet is the face of an Angel 

Whose soul has been quickened by love ! 
Oh blessed the work of evangel 

Who dwells in the gardens above, 
Who comes on the wings of the morning 

Some faint stricken soul to relieve, 
Who comes with the tenderest warning 

To guide all who care to receive ! 

Oh holy and pure is the mission 
Of souls in the realms of the blest. 

Who come with a kind supervision 
To soothe every sufferer's breast! 



LOVE 12^ THE LAiq-D OF IMMORTALS. 11 

Oh brighter than pictures of beauty, 

Oh fairer than gems of the mine, 
Are souls that are guided by duty. 

Whose lives with devotion ere shine ! 

The land of the pure and the holy. 

The land of the good and the true 
Is open to even the lowly. 

Is open to me and to you. 
And Love in the home of immortals 

Is ever and ever ashine, 
It streams through the heavenly portals 

With holiness ever divine. 

And Love in the Heavenly regions 

Is ever a helper and friend. 
It's comfort is given to legions, 

It's mission hath never an end. 
And Love is the ministring power 

That wipeth all tears from each eye. 
And Love is the Heavenly dower 

That blesseth each life by and by. 

And Love is the wonderful glory 

That filleth the Heavens with light, 
Repeat ye the marvelous story 

That yonder is never more night, 
Eepeat it ye prophets and sages 

"No night and no darkness are there," 
Repeat it ye listening ages 

The Angels God's splendor can share ! 



12 LOVE IN THE LAI^D OF IMMORTALS. 

For Love in the land of immortals 

Gives light to each soul evermore, 
The weary who sigh at its portals 

Are welcomed as never before, 
And Love is the master that bindeth 

Their homes in the world of delight, 
And Love is the power that gildeth 

Their mansions and cities of light. 

Oh Love is the wonderful token 

Of God's precious promise divine 
Oh Love that needs not to be spoken, 

That sets in the Soul it's pure shine 
Of God's precious promise that never 

Shall darkness or sorrow be found 
With Angels in heaven who ever, 

Witli lillies and roses are crowned 

Below all the evil and passion, 

Below on the earth evil things 
Of folly, ambition, and fashion. 

Temptation, or error whose stings 
Wound hearts till all broken and bleeding, 

They wander alone in despair. 
All efforts at succor unheeding 

Not knowing that Angels are there. 

But out in the regions celestial. 
Where peace every mansion illumes, 

No cares of the valleys terestrial 
E'er darken the spirit that blooms 



COiq-SCIElTCE. 13 

In radiance perfect and holy, 

In odorous incense and light, 
And they who on earth were but lowly 

There reach to the loftiest height, 
For Love in the land of Immortals 

Makes everything tender and bright. 

— Hen'ry Wordsworth Loi^gfellow. 



CONSCIENCE. 

THE guilty mind a coward is ; 
It sees a foe in every spot. 
Grim terror yawns in deep abyss 

For him who hath the fearful lot 
Of dwelling mid a host of foes, 

Such as despair, or living dread 
Of evil things, for on him grows 

The thought of ills around him spread. 
The guilty mind hath foes indeed 

That smite and slay him with a breath. 
That slay his peace and comfort, lead 

His happiness to certain death. 
Oh who would face the horror dark 

Of accusation cold and stern. 
That in his selfhood sets the mark 

Of hellish flames that flare and burn? 
Oh who would wrestle with despair 

That throttles hope from day to day, 



14 CONSCIENCE. 

That lurks within its mental lair 

And never can be fought away? 
Oh who would rise at early morn 

From off his restless couch, to meet 
The day's unhappy hours forlorn 

Bereft of all things good and sweet? 
Oh who would sink at eventide, 

Upon a bed of thorns and briars, 
Where misery on every side 

Had lighted it's tormenting fires? 
Oh who would dwell in scorching flames 

By day and night, while hideous dreams 
Revealed to him his mortal shames 

With all pervading, scathing gleams? 
Though he had gained a miser's store 

With pomp or fame of lord or King, 
Though he had climbed great mountains o'er, 

And heard the welkin for him ring. 
What recompense could e'er be given 

For all his awful, direful gloom 
Through which no gleam from highest Heaven 

Could pierce with power to illume? 
Though he had costly jewels piled 

As high as Heaven's gates from earth. 
Though he were deemed fair fortune's child 

By every son of mortal birth, 
If in his greed for gold or place, 

If in his search for wealth or fame. 
If in the mad uncertain race — 

For heritage, or pride or name, 
His deeds had slain the nobler part 

Within his selfhood, while he stood 



CONSCIENCE. 15 

A dealer in the open mart, 

Where shame is bought in place of good, 
No power can stir him into life 

His manhood slain, while conscience shrinks 
Back from the sight of Heaven again 

And ever of its error thinks. 
If such there be on any hand. 

His is the misery and shame, 
No honest pauper in the land 

Would wish to rob him of his fame. 
The toiling serf that seeks to do 

His service faithfully and well. 
Whose heart is warm with impulse true. 

Whose tears of sympathy will swell 
Whene'er he hears the doleful tales 

Of brother men, in bonds or woe. 
Whose kindness or his faults prevails, 

Whose soul with pity is aglow, 
Is happier by far than he 

Who rolls in wealth, or rides on fame 
If mayhap he by robbery 

Hath gained his fortune and his name. 
The poor man toiling in the field. 

Though clothed in rags, may be a King, 
For Love hath many such revealed, 

And o'er their deeds the Angels sing. 
Sweet conscience, fair as driven snow 

Will in her purity approve 
The heart that feels another's woe. 

And binds its bruises up with Love. 
Sweet conscience like a lilly blooms 

Within the Soul that heeds her word. 



16 COJi'SCIEl^rCE. 

She fills the Spirit with perfumes 

That by her noble work is stirred. 
Oh beautiful content may reign 

Where conscience is a constant guest, — 
When e'er her Spirit wears no stain 

And heeded is her pure behest. 
And he who walks with conscience clear 

May sleep in peace altho' his bed 
Be only barracks cold and drear, 

With ne'er a roof above his head. 
Oh he whose life is good and true. 

Though but a beggar be in rags, 
Though fortune play him tricks anew 

And from his pathway ever lags. 
He is a King of royal state, 

A potentate of high degree, 
His Soul is ever good and great, 

A lordly royal creature he, 
His sleep is sweet, his humble fare 

Is relished by him night and morn, 
The Loving Angels for him care, 

Their gifts his lonely way adorn. 
No coward he, he dares to face 

The world from which he never fled. 
What e'er may be his resting place 

It folds an honest, manly head. 
Thus is the hero, he who looks 

Sweet conscience calmly in the eye, 
Though he hath learning not from books. 

Though fame and fortune passed him by 
And he the coward who has dared 

To slay, red-handed. Conscience Sweet, 



A THOUSAN"D YEARS. 17 

He who hath not his manhood spared, 

But dashed it from it's royal seat. 
God pity they who cringe and fear 

To meet the night or face the day, 
Each hour to them is dark and drear. 

No favor can their lives repay. 
Oh seek for peace, for holy peace. 

And never from the Truth depart. 
That Heavenly joy may e'er increase 

The blessings of the human heart. 

— William Shakespeare. 



A THOUSAND YEARS. 

A THOUSAND years of suffering, 
Of pain and anguish wild, 
A thousand years of sorroAving 

For every human child, 
A thousand years of ignorance, 

A thousand years of sin, 
A thousand years of demon's dance. 

The same of toil and din. 
Such has the world been battling through,- 

A thousand years of strife. 
And struggling upward, onward too, 

Towards a better life ; 
And all the way is wet with tears 

And strewn with stranded hearts. 



18 A TIIOUSAJ^D YEARS. 

And all along the vanished years 
Are signs of thorns and darts, 
Through clouds of folly and of vice 

Through storms of error black, 
O'er mbuntain peaks of snow and ice 

Man had to find his track, 
And over all, the frowning skies 
Have shown no gleam of light 
For weary weeping human eyes 
That closed in darkest night. 
A thousand years the preachers say 

Of God's unbending wrath 
To curse the toiler day by day 

Along his rugged path. 
And then a thousand years of j)eace, 

Of joy and comfort bright. 
In which all beauty shall increase 

And wisdom brought to light, 
A thousand years of liberty 
To dawn upon the world. 
In which all humans shall be free 

And freedom be unfurled 
In lofty banners everywhere ; 
A thousand years to come 
In which no slave shall breathe the air, 

No master beat his drum. 
When woman shall arise in might 

To fill her proper place. 
An equal by the laws of right. 

With man, whose will and grace 
Will be to recognize her claim 
And place her by his side, 



A THOUSAND YEARS. 19 

An equal both by right and name 

A comfort and a guide. 
A thousand years of strife, at last, 

Will be forever done; 
The combats of the mighty past 

Will have their victories won, 
And slaughter bold and carnage drear 

Will soon be known no more, 
For men are growing human, dear. 

As they've not been before. 
The thousand years of selfish greed 

Will soon be on the wing, 
A thousand years of noble deed 

Will grander ages bring. 
Thus do the prophets prophesy, 

Thus do the teachers teach. 
Thus do the sages oft descry 

The future, preachers preach. 
And yet I know the world has had 

Its noble men and grand. 
It has revealed the good and bad 

Alike on every hand. 
And the old mother earth has been 

Developing her power, 
She sandwiched in the good between 

The bad, of each dark hour. 
And thus I know the ages past 

Have had their weak and strong. 
The good and bad could neither last, 

But each have hastened on ; 
Each has received its lesson here, 

Humanity has gained 



20 A THOUSAND YEARS. 

A nobler impulse year by year 

By what man has attained, 
And through the ages woe and strife 

Have done their needed part 
To purify the scheme of life, 

To elevate the heart, 
And happiness and concord, too, 

Have helped the case to win. 
And every day has brought to view 

The cause of vice and sin; 
And as we see it in the needs 

Of human minds to grow, 
Just like the tiny garden seeds 

From darkened cells below. 
From ignorance to knowledge sweet, 

From error unto truth, 
Climbing with steady onward feet 

The aged and the youth. 
So shall we find at last, that God 

Is in the human soul. 
He wields no bitter judgment rod 

To force his stern control. 
For God, the human god 's within. 

And by his matchless power 
He quickens good and stifles sin. 

And fashions every hour 
The human needs that call for light. 

And make the soul reach out 
Above the clouds of storm and night 

Beyond the fields of doubt. 
To find the larger life above 

The holier power of good, 



A THOUSAND YEARS. 21 

Where man is governed but by love 

As only liumans should. 
The God within is working sure, 

His mills are grinding slow, 
His patience will for aye endure, 

His love will deeper grow, 
And though it takes a thousand years 

To free the world from strife, 
His higher wisdom e'er appears, 

His is the law of life. 
And though a thousand years may pass 

In discord or in sin. 
Though man may wither like the grass. 

Though all be suffering. 
Yet human life is sweeping on. 

Beyond the range of time 
It mounts with lofty step and song 

The heights of Truth sublime. 
And though the shining age of gold 

May not have yet appeared. 
Though brothers have been bought and sold, 

And slaves have cringed and feared, 
Yet Liberty is in the world 

And gaining progress, too. 
Her mighty banner is unfurled 

Her work is brought to view. 
And though the coming time may bring 

A thousand years of joy, 
We, fellows all, may laugh and sing. 

For we help to destroy 
The sorrow and the pain, and all 

That darkens of human life. 



22 THE TRUE HEALIKG. 

Our very battles lift the pall 

Of misery and strife. 
And though the golden age shall be 

In future days not hours, 
Our souls can shout with ecstacy 

That we employed our powers 
To bring about the better day 

For human heart and brain. 
Then let us sing upon our way 

With glad, exultant strain. 
And make the world with music ring 

For God is good and Good is King. 

—Walt Whitman. 



THE TRUE HEALING. 

THERE is a balm for every ill," 
A cure for human woes, 
The dews of morning can instill 
A freshness into all that grows. 

Gear Nature opes her storehouse up 
For all who care to enter in ; 

She offers them the healing cup 
That cleanses from all pain or sin. 

He who in all things liveth pure 
In thought and deed and habit too, 

Will be from sickness kept secure, 
Like blossoms fed on morning dew. 



THE TllUE HEALTKG. 23 

IIo who in all things liveth right, 

Is temperate of food and drink, 
Who strives to walk within the light 

Unmindful what his foes may think, 

Will breed a health of mind and soul 

Of body too, that will endure, 
No early knell will o'er him toll, 

Nature his living will insure. 

And tho' he bears a heavy cross 

Of want, or care, whate'er it be. 
His spirit feels no sudden loss 

Of patience or of harmony. 

For health of body and of mind 

Will make the heaviest burden light, 

Such lives are neither weak nor blind, 

Their sight and strength can pierce the night, 

— Hypatia. 



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24 THROUGH THE CRUCIBLE. 



THROUGH THE CRUCIBLE. 

GREAT Souls, like gold, are tried 
By fire's consuming heat. 
Their better part is purified, 

And thus becomes complete 
In higher, better things. 

Their inner natures thus aspire 
Toward the holiest offerings 

That Life can e'er desire. 
Great souls are burnished bright 

By fire's consuming flame. 
They find enrolled in living light 

Their destiny and name. 
They never gain the goal, 

Nor win the victor's crown, 
Until in majesty of soul 

They walk grief's pathway down. 
And reach the furnace red 

That glows with seven times heat 
And feel its scorching at the head 

And blistering at the feet. 
Their forms may rise in smoke 

Or into ashes fall. 
Their lips may heaven invoke 

And on the Angels call. 
Their souls, if firm and true 

AQd faithful to the right, 



THROUGH THE CRUCIBLE. 25 

Will gain a grander view 

Of God's eternal light. 
No scorching flames can scar 

The beauty of the Soul, 
It gleams like morning star 

From Life's divinest goal. 
No torture can avail 

To still the Spirit's song, 
It grows exultant, though the wail 

Of misery and wrong 
Would quench its joyous strain, 

For Grod is good and great 
And through all woe and pain 

His purpose grand can wait. 
The martyrs of each age 

Are those who suffer sore, 
Whose battles bravely wage 

For truth f orevermore : 
They who have died for Man, 

They who have Lived for Good, 
They who do nobly plan 

For Human Brotherhood ; 
They who have borne the shock 

Of martrydom and pain, 
They who have led their flock 

From strife to peace again ; 
They who the hungry fed, 

They who the sick restored, 
All these have grandly spread 

The blessings of the Lord. 
And through the fire of woe 

Their sympathy has grown 



26 THROUGH THE CRUCIBLE. 

For all who sin below, 

Or miss the Father's throne. 
In history their name 

May never blaze and shine, 
Their deeds may be unknown to fame 

In any age and clime, 
And yet the soul that loves 

Its fellows with their load, 
In royal presence ever more 

And walks a Kingly road, 
"Who strives their load to ease, 

Their burdens to remove, 
'Tis he who doth the Angels please 

And worthy of them prove. 
And though consuming fire 

Doth burn his body black, 
His spirit, mounting higher 

Along Life's shining track, 
Will sing the loftier strains 

For Liberty and Truth, 
While He in rising gains 

The joys of endless youth. 
And though on earth the grief 

Of sorrow burns his heart. 
His soul shall find a sweet relief 

From Misery's painful smart. 
Oh then take courage, all 

Who live for truth and right 
The angels on you call 

From mansions of delight. 
And this their message sweet- 
Be faithful unto death. 



THE FIRES OF TRUTH. 27 

And though Life's sorrows beat, 

Sing with your latest breath, 
For fire alone refines, 

What crucibles may hold, 
The dross consumes, but shines 

The everlasting gold. 

— Joan:n^a D'Arc. 



THE FIRES OF TRUTH 

WE TUKN our eyes aloft, to view 
The crest of Mount Tuniver, where 
Its peaks reach to the heavenly blue, 

And cleave the upper radiant air. 
At first we see no startling sight, 

The mount is veiled in azure haze. 
But suddenly a tiny light 

Bursts forth into a living blaze. 
And, lo ! the mountain top is seen 

To be a crest of flaming fire. 
With no dull hand to come between 

The altar and it's fierce desire. 
What power hath kindled there the flame, 

What hand hath fed it with it's oil 
No mortal tongue can call the name, 

No human action can it foil. 
We gaze, and gaze in speechless awe 

Upon that flaming, smokeless light. 



28 THE FIllES OF TRUTH. 

And from it's view a lesson draw, 

A lesson of eternal right. 
From Mount Tuniver's craggy peaks, 

From Mount Tuniver's lofty height 
A thunder tone of wisdom speaks 

In accents of supernal light, 
''Truth needs no human, feeble hand 

To light her altar into flame. 
Her fires are by Heaven fanned 

And God Himself her powers proclaim,' 
And they, though human in their fears, 

Who strive to scale the mountain's side 
To reach the crest where truth uprears 

Her altar fires, shall find a guide 
To lead them over crag and steep. 

Until they gain the longed for goal. 
"What though in pain they onward creep. 

Their upward way is of the soul. 
On Mount Tuniver nothing stands 

Between the truth and heaven's blue dome; 
On Mount Tuniver God's own hands 

Will guide the toiler safely home; 
For there His truth doth flame and blaze 

In quenchless fire by night and day. 
And they who reach it sing its praise. 

And bless the Father's name alway; 
And never more they roam in doubt, 

No darkness o'er can pall with gloom 
No power can put these fires out 

From any Soul which they attune. 

— John Milton, 



BRING FLOWERS. 29 



BRING FLOWERS. 

BRIXG flowers, sweet flowers, 
To brighten the naming of baby to-day. 
Oh pluck them from bowers 
Where only the sweetest of all that is gay. 
Are blooming and twining. 
Perfuming and shining, 
And driving all shadow of sorrow away. 

Bring flowers, fresh flowers. 
To weave into garlands of beauty and love, 

To make all the hours 
As fragrant and fair as an Eden above. 

Sweet lillies and roses, 

And beautiful posies 
For baby, as sweet as the tenderest dove. 

Bring flowers, rare flowers 
For baby, the sweetest of all little fays. 

All wet with bright showers, 
And kissed by the brightest of sun's golden rays; 

The purest and sweetest, 

In fragrance completest. 
Choice flowers that ever the Angels can praise. 

Bring flowers, rich flowers. 
For none are too good for our little one sweet. 

These wonderful powers, 
The Angels themselves may be glad to repeat. 



30 THE VALLEY OF PEACE. 

Our Darling so smiling, 
All sorrow beguiling, 
Is comfort itself from her head to her feet. 

Bring flowers, loved flowers. 
For baby we christen this beautiful morn. 

From radiant bowers 
We bring them, her altar of love to adorn. 

We crown her with sweetness. 

In joy's full completeness. 
And name her forever our beautiful *'Dawn." 

— Mabel. 



THE VALLEY OF PEACE. 

THE beautiful valley of peace. 
The valley of rich perfume. 
The wonderful valley of peace, 

All radiant with sweetest bloom ! 
There flowers of beauty gi'ow. 

Sweet blossoms of tenderest hue, 
Their breezes all balmy blow 

And life there is holy and true. 
And the faces of those who dwell 

In the beautiful valley of peace 
Their story of conquest tell. 

Their story of gladsome release 
From the torments and tortures of hell, 

Where sorrow and pain never cease. 



THE VALLEY OE PEACE. 31 

Oh the wonderful valley of peace, 

It lieth, my friend, fair and green 
Where flowers of beauty increase 

And life is forever serene! 
It lieth the mountains beyond. 

The mountains of discord and care, 
And they who of conflict are fond 

Can never its happiness share ; 
Its skies are as sunny as light 

And blue as the eyes of a child. 
Its rivers are seas of delight 

Upon which the Heavens have smiled, 
And its meadows with verdure are bright, 

And never by tempest defiled. 

Of this wonderful valley I sing, 

For lo ! it is open to all, 
To all who will strife away fling 

And hark to the musical call 
Of Peace, who humanity loves, 

Of Peace who is tender and sweet. 
Her forests and meadows and groves 

Are pure as an angel's retreat. 
And there only blessings will come 

To them who doth seek for her care. 
And only the treasures of home 

Are offered to them over there. 
To them who no longer will roam 

'Mid shadows of strife and despair. 

Oh! the beautiful valley of peace 
Is filled with the fragrance of balm, 



32 THE YALLET OF PEACE. 

Its banks are like couches of ease, 

Its streamlets are gentle and calm. 
Its homes are like mansions of rest, 

Where all who are weary may find 
The joys of the happy and blest. 

For comfort is there for mankind. 
The voices of all who are there 

Are sweet as the notes of a flute 
That rises in tune on the air. 

As thrilling as tones of a lute 
Where sighing, sorrow and care 

Like dumb, silent things remain mute. 

Oh! the wonderful, beautiful vale! 

No torrents of sorrow it knows. 
It's people are rugged and hale. 

It's gardens are sweet as the rose, 
The mountains of woe are away, 

The mounts of discord and sin 
With all of their power to slay. 

With all of their weakness and sin, 
Are far from the valley of peace, 

Are far from its beauty and light. 
And they who would bickering ceaso, 

May don its fair garments of white, 
And they who in joy would increase 

May live in its groves of delight. 

Oh ! the valley so fragrant and fair 
May be found in an hour or day, 

Its entrance is found through prayer, 
It's portal is not far away, 



GREATER WORKS. 33 

111 conquest of self it is found, 

And they who turn back from discord 
With lilies and roses are crowned, 

And robed for this vale of the Lord. 
Through praying, and trusting, and Love 

The valley of peace pure and sweet 
A refuge and comfort will prove, 

A home that in joy is replete, 
As happy as kingdoms above 

Where life evermore is complete. 

— Joseph Addisok. 



GREATER WORKS. 

GREATER works," the Master said, 
** Shall ye do who follow me. 
Ye who by truth are led. 

Ye who of the Soul are free " 
*' Greater works than I have done, 

Not by miracle alone," 
Spake the blessed. Holy One, 

**But by power from the throne." 

"Greater works" — the promise true 

From his perfect, noble life. 
He who made it surely knew 

That the faithful could eclipse 
E'en the work that he had done, 

From the mountains to the sea, 
He who shone above the sun 

In His simple majesty. 



34 GREATER WORKS. 

^'Greater works," your lives shall show 

Oh, ye faithful ones and true, 
Life to ye shall be aglow 

With the light forever new, 
Streaming from the Father's throne ; 

Love is God, and God is Love, 
He shall claim you for his own, 

In him shall ye live and move. 

*' Greater works shall be outwrought 

By yoar faithful words and deeds, 
Matchless truth and holy thought 

Shall ye give for human needs. 
Greater works than I can do 

Shall ye do who follow me, 
Ye who to the light are true, 

Ye who of the Soul are free. 



"Greater works by hand and voice 

Shall ye do for suffering, 
Till the vales and hills rejoice. 

Till the Heavens with gladness ring. 
Greater works than I have done, 

Shall ye do who faithful are. 
Till God's kingdom ye have won. 

Brighter than morn's flaming star." 

"Greater works" — the promise given 
Holds for ages, good and true 

Whereso'er from earth to Heaven 
May we find the faithful few 



GREATER WORKS. 35 

Who are doing greater things 

Than the Master did for all, 
Easing mortal sufferings 

Answering the sinner's call, 

Casting out the evil thing 

From the Spirit sore distressed, 
Speeding Truth upon its wing 

To the heart by error pressed. 
Binding up the wounded limb. 

Giving sight unto the blind. 
Leading gently up to Him 

All of weary human kind. 

Who are seeking for the light, 

Praying, hoping for the dawn 
Of an era pure and bright. 

That shall speed the ages on ; 
Turning water into wine, 

Feeding hungry multitudes 
With the bread of life divine, 

With the Soul's eternal goods. 

Who of all the human race 

Doetli greater works than these? 
Who of any time or place 

Thus the Master seeks to please? 
Who in palace, hall or cot 

** Miracles," perform at will? 
Who, whate'er his name or lot, 

Bids the raging sea **be still?" 



3G THE poet's SON'G. 

Yet if faithful to the light, 

Faithful to the truth alone, 
One may walk in pathways bright 

Near unto the Father's throne, 
And receive from Him at will 

Power to work divinest good. 
Seeking every Soul to fill 

As He fed the multitude. 

Oh ye arrant ones and weak, 

Ye of churchly sect and creed. 
Follow ye the Master meek 

In His work for human need. 
Nay, ye scout his simple ways, 

'^^Ji y6 give not bread, but stone. 
Nay —With all your prayers and praise 

Ye are not among his own. 
*' Greater works" ye cannot do. 

For ye are not good and true. 

— Egbert BROwiq^ii^^Q. 



THE POETS SONG. 

I RISE to greet the early dawn 
When dew is on the lea. 
My heart leaps forth to bless the morn 

That brings such joy to me, 
For beauty paints the eastern sky 

With colors rich and rare, 
While gray, cold shadows backward fly, 
For Light himself is there. 



SONG. 37 



He is the master spirit bold 

That puts the dark to flight, 
His fingers turn the world to gold, 

All things from him are light, 
I Avatch him climb the eastern hills 

With steps of glory grand, 
I see him touch the streams and rills 

As with a masric wand. 



"to^ 



I watch the valleys laughing grow 

With splendor from his kiss, 
I watch the mountains all aglow 

From crest to deep abyss. 
The forests and the groves unite 

In sounding forth his praise. 
As every leaflet turns to light 

Where e'er a sunbeam plays. 

I rise at early morn to view 

The glory of the world 
As painted in the drop of dew. 

Or in a leaf uncurled. 
I rise to hear the matin song 

Of birds in ecstasy, 
While each his thrilling note prolongs 

As if to silence me. 

I listen to the insect's hum. 
And watch his burnished wing, 

I covet neither fife nor drum, 
When hearing nature sing; 



38 CONQUERED. 

I listen to the solemn speech 

Of Ocean, deeply stirred, 
No surpliced minister can preach 

In such effective word. 

I rise at early morn and praise 

The good that life contains, 
My kindling eyes I upward raise 

Where Light its hold maintains ; 
I cast all slavish fear aside ; 

I feel that Heaven is mine, 
I soar beyond all caste and pride 

And know, Man is divine. 

— Lord Byron. 



CONQUERED. 

HE who flees from passion wild, 
He who conquers sin and pride, 
He who, as a little child 

Turning to the Holier Guide, 
Leans upon the Loving breast 

Of the Maker of all things. 
Learns the happiness of rest 

After weary sufferings. 
He who triumphs over pain 

By the force of Spirit strength, 
He who breaks the galling chain 

Binding him to vice, at length 



CONQUERED. 39 



Gains the manly, Mystic power 

To arise o'er things of dust, 
He will grow in every hour 

Nobly wise and Grandly Just. 
He who treads the wily snakes 

Of Temptation 'neath his feet, 
He who every effort makes 

To unfold a soul complete, 
He the victory shall win 

Over every foe at last, 
He shall triumph over sin. 

He shall quell each raging blast. 
He v/ho loves his fellow men, 

And to them his service gives. 
Finds the law of Love again. 

And a noble manhood lives. 
He who ministers in peace 

To the inward wants of all. 
He their Spirits shall release 

From the bondman's cruel thrall. 
He who lives the holy life. 

Life of truest sacrifice, 
He shall rise above all strife. 

He shall conquer and grow wise. 
He alone is good and great, 

AVho for love of brother man, 
Can in patience work, and wait 

The fulfillment of God's plan. 
He alone is great and good, 

AVho can seek an humble lot. 
Asking but the humblest food 

As his portion, murmuring notj 



40 REST 

Yielding up his high estate, 

E'en a diadem and throne, 
Passing through it's outer gate 

Like a mendicant alone, 
To pursue his onward way 

For his Brothers bound in chains, 
Pointing them to endless day 

Where eternal glory reigns. 

— Gautama Buddha. 



REST. 

REST, weary body rest. 
Thy earthly toil is o'er; 
Lean thou on Mother Nature's breast 
And dream of strife no more. 

Rest, weary Spirit rest. 

Thy cares now lay aside ; 
Soar to the mansions of the blest 

Among the purified. 

Rest, surging heart and brain, 
No longer throb and beat; 

Turn now to Nature's life again 
Where all is good and sweet. 

Rest, weary Soul find rest. 
From care and woe and strife. 

Seek henceforth Soul to do thy best 
In higher fields of life. 



GREAT SOULS. 41 

Rest, all ye pulsing veins, 

Rest and forget your care ; 
The Soul is loosened of it's chains, 

It finds the upper air. 

Rest, toiler in the field, 

Your work is now well done ; 
God is thy happiness and shield, 

Thou hast his blessing won. 

Rest, soldier on the ground. 

Thy battles are well fought ; 
Thy Soul with victory is crowned. 

Thy deeds are nobly wrought. 

Rest, Spirit, rest in peace, 

Yet onward in thy way ; 
Thy benedictions shall increase. 

Through realms of endless day. 

— Lydia Sigourney. 



GREAT SOULS. 

GREAT souls are rare, 
They shine like stars, 
And all the world illume ; 
They nobly bear, 
The battle scars, 
And wear the warrior's plume. 



42 GREAT SOULS. 

Oreat souls ashine, 
With courage grand, 
Give token of their power; 
Their Love divine, 
On every hand, 
Is manifest each hour. 

Great souls march on 

Through cloud and night, 
They never know defeat; 
Their spurs are won, 
In freedom's fight. 
Their victory is complete. 

Great souls rejoice. 
In human weal, 
They battle for the right ; 
And with one voice. 
They loud reveal, 
Their scorn of Mammon's might. 

Great souls are born, 
To bless the world. 
They advocate God's laws; 
And night and morn, 
Their flag unfurled, 
Proclaims their noble cause. 

—Charles Dickei^s. 



TO 0:N^E I LOVE. 48 



TO ONE I LOVE. 



THERE is a heart so warm and true,- 
It beats for you — it beats for you , 
There is a Love that never dies, 
Its rich possession one may prize. 

There is a song that fills the heart, 
To you its sweetness doth impart 
A melody of perfect tune 
In wintry night or summer noon. 

There is a blessing of the soul, 
To you it gives its full control; 
Its benedictions fall complete 
Upon you in their measures sweet 

There is a holy blessed prayer, 
For you it rises on the air. 
Its pure petitions ever plead 
For helpfulness in time of need. 

There is a holiness and peace 
That ever in pure joy increase, 
They fill the soul with incense fair 
And elevate it everywhere. 

There is a gem of richest worth 

More precious than the gems of earth. 



44 CELESTIAL LAND. 

Its lustre is divine and true,— 

It shines for you, it shines for you. 

There is a diadem of love, 
That flashes in the world above. 
These gifts of friendship warm and true, 
I bring to you, I bring to you. 

— Phoebe Gary. 



CELESTIAL LAND. 

On LAND of light!— Oh home of rest 
The weary sigh for thee. 
The Mariner of east or west, 

Who ploughs the stormy sea. 
Looks upward through the clouds of night 

For some pure beacon star. 
And longs to see thy heavenly light 
That shines through gates ajar. 

Oh, land of peace thy zephyrs blow 

Where gentle wavelets gleam. 
Where perfumed blossoms sweetly grow 

And life is one fair dream. 
The suiferer of mortal birth. 

Who pants for breath and air, 
Looks longingly above the earth 

To find thy gardens fair. 



CELESTIAL LAl^D. 45 

Oh, land of harmony divine, 

The sounds that thrill thy groves 
In soft melodious strains combine 

To bless the soul that roves 
Above the din of noisome strifes 

Amid supernal bowers, 
AVhere harmony is Lord of life 

And Life is filled with powers. 

Oh, land of purity and Love, 

Where Angels gladly dwell, 
In homes of happiness above. 

Where song is, "All is well!" 
The weary hearts on earth desire 

To find thy peace and joy. 
Where love doth every soul inspire. 

And cares can ne'er annoy. 

Oh Bulah land ! Oh heavenly land ! 

Celestial Cities gleam. 
Mid fragrant groves on every nana, 

By mountain and by stream. 
Oh land of Hope ! Oh land Divine ! 

To thee we turn for light. 
We worship at thy holy shrine 

Of Liberty and Right. 

— Felicia IIeman^s. 



46 SWEETHEART. 



SWEETHEART. 

SHE sits upon her Royal seat, 
My lady fair and sweet, 
With roses in her hair. 
A very Queen she is to me, 
No grander Queen could ever be 
So regal is her air. 

And yet she never wore a crown, 
Her hair is often shaken down 

In ringlet or in curl. 
No velvet robes she ever wore, 
No golden scepter ever bore. 

This rare and precious pearl. 

No scarlet garment faced with down, 
No ermine decorated gown 

Did e'er her form adorn. 
No jewels on her bosom shine, 
And yet she is halfway divine. 

My rose without a thorn. 

She is my Queen who sits in state 

And views the world both small and great 

Through wonder open eyes. 
More dear than all the world is she, 
As beautiful as one can be, — 

She is a dainty prize. 



HEAVENLY GIFT. 47 

Not many years she's been alive, 
My little Sweetheart— aged five, 

But then, she's sure to grow, 
And every year will add to her 
Some wondrous grace, I do aver. 

The fairies tell me so. 

My dainty little queen of hearts, 
New joy each day to me imparts, 

As with her slender hands 
She leads me through a happy maze 
Of sunny hours and golden days, 

In far-off rosy lands. 

Oh may the angels bless her now, 
And shed sweet light upon her brow ; 

May life to her serene 
Mow brightly on in sun and shade. 
The fairest, sweetest little maid 

My Heart's beloved Queen. 

— Alfred TekinTYsok. 



HEAVENLY GIFT. 

LILLIES and roses and sweet scented things, 
Such as the bowers of heaven illume. 
Butterflies golden on airy wings. 

Bright as the sunbeams that banish gloom; 
Musical tones like the chiming of bells, 

Sweet as the notes of iEolian lyre. 
Wonderful music that rises and swells, 
Such as the Angels alone can inspire. 



48 HEAVENLY GIFT. 

These are the tokens of heavenly life 

Falling in blessing on mortals below, 
Raising them up from the tumult and strife, 

Filling their souls with a beautiful glow ; 
Roses of heaven that never have thorns, 

Lillies of love that never decay, 
Beautiful peace that the soul e'er adorns, 

These are the gifts that we bring you to-day. 

Violets blue as the sweet summer skies. 

Daisies as bright as the sunbeams of May, 
Blossoms all colored with wonderful dyes, 

Making the gardens so brilliant and gay, 
These are but tokens of infinite love. 

Planted and nurtured by wisdom divine, 
Such do we bring you from bowers above 

Of the pure angels, a token and sign. 

Friend of humanity, helper and guide, 

You are beloved by the angels in bliss, 
They in their purity walk by your side 

Pressing your brow with love's holy kiss. 
Angels of mercy and angels of peace, 

Angels of goodness and Angels of truth. 
They in their sympathy seek to increase 

Blessings upon you with eternal Youth. 

They in their bounty would crown you for aye. 
Taking away all the weakness of age. 

They are your helpers by night and by day. 
They in your welfare forever engage. 



SPRING SONG. 49 

Angels of purity, Angels of love, 
Come at your bidding to help and to bless, 

Angels of harmony come from above 

Ever to guard you, with true tenderness. 

Lillies and roses and other sweet things, 

Sunbeams and music and everything bright, 
These are but tokens of their offerings. 

Beautiful angels who dwell in the light ; 
Sweet are the bowers of bliss over there. 

Waiting for you on the evergreen shore. 
Bright is the Home that with them you shall share 

Dwelling in joy, with thy Lord evermore. 

— Lilly Eicke. 



SPRING SONG. 

LIFT up your heavenly voices. 
Ye opening buds and flowers 
All nature now rejoices 

Through all the sunny hours ; 
Lift up your tuneful measures 

And sing a lofty strain, 
For Nature heaps her treasures 
Upon the world again. 

Lift high your emerald banners. 
Ye proud and stately trees. 

Ye forests — sing hosannahs 
To every passing breeze ; 



50 SPRING SOKG. 

The reign of frost is over, 

The rule of light is here, 
It turns the springing clover 

To wine-tints rich and clear. 

Sing high ye birds that carrol 

Upon each lofty bough. 
Sing tunefully, and share all 

My rapture even now; 
For Spring is here with gladness. 

Her bounding step is heard. 
And Nature's tearful sadness 

Is vanished at her word. 

Sing, sing Oh happy Nature, 

Sing, children one and all, 
Let every living creature 

Rejoice, though great or small; 
For brooks are laughing brightly 

O'er mossy banks and stones. 
And queens of forests lightly 

Ascend their sunlit thrones. 

Eejoice, Oh youth and maiden. 

Sing high in happy glee, 
For Spring that cometh laden 

With gifts for you and me ; 
Oh praise the Heavenly Father 

For all His gifts of Love, 
Until wo all shall gather 

Around His Throne above. 

— Lucy Larcom. 



THE OVER SOUL. 51 



THE OVER SOUL. 

OH Great Majestic Being, Thou 
Who moveth everywhere! 
Before thy Throne we lowly bow 
In deep adoring prayer. 

Thou grand eternal Over Soul, 

Intelligence Sublime. 
Thy laws all worlds and suns control 

Through every age and clime. 

Thy word is written on the air 

x^nd. in the mighty deep, 
Mountains repeat it everywhere 

And stars its message keep. 

Thy throne of wisdom is not found 

In far-olf Heavenly place, 
Thy mighty works through life abound, 

Thy throne is through all space. 

Truth is thy handmaid, and her power 
Goes forth in quenchless light. 

To cope with ignorance each hour 
And battle for the right. 

Eternal Will, thy matchless law 
Is felt on every hand, 



52 THE FURIES. 

Thy Universe without a flaw 
Ee veals thy purpose grand. 

Thou art the arbiter of fate, 
Thou Changeless Over Soul, 

The same forever. Good and Great, 
A Perfect, Matchless, Whole. 

— Hypatia. 



THE FURIES. 

WHAT Furies flame within the breast 
And scorch the soul with buried fires. 
Where Passion forces its behest 

And fills the heart with wild desires ! 
What dark, engulfing shadows rest 

Upon the lie by sin accursed. 
Holding it from its highest-best, 

Keeping it at its very worst ! 
What hellish monsters squirm and crawl 

Within the heart that feeds on slime 
Of base desire, unholy all 

The thoughts and motives of his time, 
Like serpents, vices large and small 

Spring into life within his lair. 
At last to speed his downward fall 

The lot of demons then to share ! 
The scorpion's sting is sweet indeed 

Compared unto the adder bite 
Of quenchless Passions that do feed 

Upon the soul they ever blight. 



THE FURIES. 63 

The pangs of Hades will proceed 

From evil promptings such as these, 
They surely will the spirit lead 

Away from flowery beds of ease 
To flames of fiery, dark remorse 

That scorch and blister every hour, 
Where judgment rules with bendless force 

And shows its grand unerring power; 
Where arbiters, in accents hoarse. 

Speak to the conscience of its flaw. 
Where justice ever takes its course 

And deals with never changing law. 
Oh better were a de-n of beasts 

Ten thousand times in fury thrown, 
Than Hell's remorse, though chanting priests 

Give shrives and masses, for alone 
The soul must enter there, unfleeced, 

Must go unclothed and face itself ! 
Like one unbidden to the feast, 

It finds that neither fame or pelf 
Can aid it now, for evils past 

Will upward spring and show their fangs. 
While contemplation holds him fast 

And conscience pierces him with pangs 
That are not stilled, but ever last 

Until remorse hath done its work 
And over him its gloom hath cast. 

He cannot from its bidding shirk 
Till every farthing of his due 

Is paid with interest deep and true. 

— Dante. 



54: THREE AKGELS. 



THREE ANGELS 

THEEE Angels walk with silent step 
The Earth and Heaven between. 
And one is Life, and one is Death, 
And one is Love serene. 

The first is lilly crowned and fair, 
Her eyes are bright with fire, 

The sun has kissed her silken hair 
With warm and glad desire. 

She ever bears to waiting earth 

An untried Human Life, 
Assisting it to mortal birth 

Upon this world of strife. 

She leaves her tiny helpless charge 

In palace home, or den, 
Then hastens onward to enlarge 

Her mission once again. 

The second Angel wears a crown 

Of stars upon his brow. 
Before his name of wide renown 

All ages dumbly bow. 

His touch is tender and benign 

For lo, it opes the way 
Of everlasting peace divine 

To weary Souls each day. 



THE BLESSED. 55 

He bears the aged and the young 

To higher realms afar, 
His speech is soft as cherub's tongue, 

His eye like flashing star. 

And Angel number three attends 
Both Life and Death each hour, 

For Love is ever making friends 
With sweet ^oersuasive power. 

Her face is sweet, her song of joy 

Kings on the ambient air, 
Her heart is gold without alloy. 

Her voice is heavenly prayer; 
With Life or Death she leads the way 
For Love is Lord of all, for aye. 

— AnOI^Y3IOUS. 

J- 
THE BLESSED. 

BLEST be the poor, in heart 
They shall see God, and live 
To sound the praises of His name 

Who benedictions give; 
They shall inherit more than earth, 

Mansion in the skies. 
For them sweet waters of delight 
Shall flow in Paradise. 

Blest be the meek, their days 

Shall everlasting be. 
Their influence shall live always 

And bring sweet harmony ; 



56 THE BLESSED. 

Their voices soft shall lessen wrath, 

Their spirits shall subdue 
The rude and haughty ones of earth, 

With gentleness so true. 

Blest be the chaste, their feet 

Are set in virtue's path, 
Their lives of purity and worth 

A crown of honor hath ; 
Their footsteps are inclined 

Along the upward way 
That leadeth to the King's domain 

Of everlasting day. 

The peacemakers how blest 

Their lives shall ever prove. 
Their souls are held in tenderness 

By the strong hand of love ; 
Their mission is the holy one 

Of spreading harmony, 
And banishing all war and din 

From dear humanity. 

The wise are blest, their days are sure 
^ To lengthen in the land, 

All worry and folly disappear 
Before their upraised hand. 
Their path is one of progress high, 

For wisdom leads aright, 
And truth attends them day by day 
To God's imperial height. 

— Mother Mary, 



SII^G, HAPPY BIRD. 67 



SING. HAPPY BIRD. 

SING ! Sing ye happy birds ! 
Carrol forth in glee 
Merry songs unset to words, 
Full of melody! 

Sing ! Sing ye merry things ! 

Life is full of sweet, 
Poise upon your tiny wings 

"Tweet," and ''Tweet," and "Tweet.' 

Sing ! Sing ye little throats ! 

Fill the air with song, 
While its music softly floats 

0*er the babbling throng. 

Sing ! Sing ye songsters fair ! 

Make the woods resound, 
Fill the tinted sunlight air 

With a gush of sound. 

Sing ! Sing ye throbbing hearts ! 

Thankful praise give God 
For blessings he imparts. 

Joyful that ye live. 

Sing! Sing ye choristers! 
Of the wood and field, 



INVOCATION. 

Every warbler now avers 
God is strength and shield. 

Sing ! Sing when clouds arise ! 

Let your music ring, 
What though winter's in the skies 

Coming soon is spring. 

Sing! Sing ye happy birds! 

Raise us from the dust 
With your songs unset to words, 

Full of hope and trust. 

— Alice Carey. 



^ 



INVOCATION. 

GEANT this. Oh Lord of Light and Life 
Unto thy servants here, 
The grace to conquer worldly strife 

And power to banish fear. 
Grant unto each the holy gift 

Of precious peace and hope. 
Oh from the depths of passion lift 

Thy children. Lord, and ope 
The pathway of eternal truth 

To every human soul ! 
Instruct the minds of age and youth 

And aid them to control 
The lower forces of the v/orld, 

Within themselves, we pray 



II^VOCATION. 59 

That every soul may rest impearled 

With strength, to conquer clay ! 
Oh may each one be given power, 

Until in fearless trust 
Each soul shall triumph in an hour 

O'er all the lowly dust! 
Let thy fair kingdom, Lord, come down 

From Heaven's imperial height. 
And may the radiant, matchless crown, 

All gemmed with Holy light 
Of Truth Divine, be nobly set 

Upon each lifted brow. 
And may thy children ne'er forget, 

Their comforter art Thou ! 
May all the ages thankful be 

For life, and strength and power 
To breathe in fullest majesty 

Thy atmxosphere each hour ! 
We pray that perfect Love shall reign, 

And banish want and hate. 
That happiness shall conquer pain. 

And God's own blest estate 
Be known on earth as 'tis in Heaven 

Where peace forever dwells. 
Where music from the soul is given 

And in One 23ean swells, 
Of Holy praise dear Lord to thee. 

Dear Father of all men. 
In holiness and harmony 

We honor Thee ! Amen. 

— Helek of Troy. 



60 A GREETING, 



A GREETING. 

GUID Friend, I gie ye greeting now, 
Fra Heaven's eternal shore. 
An' bring ye flowers o' beauty, too, 

Such as ye ne'er before 
Hae seen in earthly gardens rare. 

For they are o' the soul, 
They blossom in the human heart. 
That welcomes Love's control. 

There's Heartsease for ye, sweet an' fair. 

An' Pansies o' delight, 
There's Rosebuds, gems o' beauty rare, 

An' Lillies, pure an' white. 
They tell o' peace an' happiness 

An' all things dear an' fine 
An' whisper tales o' happy days 

Passed in the Auld Lang Syne. 

These flowers that I bring fra Heaven 

All red an' blue an' white, 
I form into a posy fair 

All gemmed wi' dewdrops bright, — 
There's Daisies such as Scotia's fields 

Reveal wi' crimson tips. 
An' Go wans fine, an' Eglantine, 

Wi' pouting, perfumed lips. 



HYM]^. 61 

They tell o' modesty an' worth, 

An' golden star-eyed truth, 
Type o' the flowers that bloom on earth 

To gladen age an' youth ; 
I bring them to ye, mortal friend, 

Wi' mony a smile o' cheer, 
They've blossomed in my heart awa 

For kindly ones so dear. 

God bless ye friends, an' may your lives 

Be ever sweet an' guid. 
May all your days be full o' praise. 

Your sel' well understood. 
An' may each soul that seeks for truth, 

An' who for wisdom yearns. 
Remember sure, while time endures 

His friend is 

— Bobby Burks. 



HYMN. 

AIR, A CHARGE TO KEEP I HAVE. 

SING high ye sons of God, 
And praise his holy name, 
Sound forth His wonders all abroad 
And all his works proclaim. 

While Nature's tuneful voice 
Sings forth in flower and tree. 

Let all the hearts of men rejoice 
In all the good they see. 



62 UPWARD. 



His everlasting power 

Reveals through endless time 

The beauty of our Heavenly dower, 
The joys of truth sublime. 

Praise Him ye heavenly hosts, 

Praise Him ye sun and star. 
Praise Him ye pure eternal ghosts, 

Praise Him both near and far. 

Sing high ye children all. 

And you, ye birdlings, sing, 
Praise Him all creatures great and small 

Our everlasting King. 

— Charles Wesley, 



UPWARD. 

THE song of the lark mounts upward 
To pierce the very sky. 
Its eager tone will soar above 
To craggy mountains high. 
And rising, ever rising, 

Its happy thrilling note. 
Mid Heavenly places and starry spaces. 
At last doth sweetly float. 

The eagle soareth upward 

Above the lowly ground, 
It builds its nest on mountain crest 

Where God's pure air is found, 



UPWARD. 63 

And rising, ever rising, 

On upward rapid wing, 
It spurns all bars, and seeks the stars, 

Where morning cherubs sing. 

The soul of aspiration. 

In human breast below, 
By might of love, will rise above 

The clouds of sin and woe, 
And rising, ever rising. 

It seeks the Father's care. 
Above the dust in boundless trust 

It reaches Heavenly air. 

The spirit though in prison, 

That soars aloft in thought. 
Can quell the flesh and start afresh 

Toward the goal long sought. 
And rising, ever rising, 

In grandeur of the soul 
It gains new power, each day and hour. 

All passions to control. 

The song of joy mounts upwards 

From human hearts made free. 
From tempters' wiles and error's ways, 

From sin and infamy. 
And rising, ever rising. 

It sounds its note of praise. 
In thankful love to God above, 

For holiness and grace. 

— Lucy Carey. 



64 ** THY WILL BE DONE. 



"THY WILL BE DONE." 

THY will be done, 
Though mountains fall, 
And oceans dry. 
Though e'en the sun 

Should leave the sky : 
Thy will be done. 

Thy will be done, 
Creator, King! 

Thy holy name 
From every one 

Eeceives acclaim: 
Thy will be done. 

Thy will be done. 
Oh gracious Lord! 

Thy Kingdom blest, 
Be nobly won 

At thy behest : 
Thy will be done. 

Thy will be done 
Forever, Lord! 

Thou whom our souls adore 
All evil shun. 

We praise thee evermore ; 
Thy will be done. 



MY BIRD OF FAITH. 65 

Thy will be done, 
Though planets sink 

To rise, oh, nevermore. 
Our race be run 

While thee our souls adore : 
Thy will be done. 

Thy will be done, 
Though life itself be lost. 

Thou art our guide and stay, 
New life begun 

Will lead us unto day : 
Thy will be done. 

Thy will be done 

Oh, everlasting power! 
Eternal boundless good ! 
Omniscient Holy One ! 

When thou art understood 
Thy will shall then be done. 

— Victor Hugo. 

MY BIRD OF FAITH. 

IT Cometh to me with its silvery wings, 
It tempeth me in its flight, 
We soar together through ether dim 
To a land so pure and bright. 

No longer I feel the cares of earth, 

For I revel in beauty's light; 
I am with my loved ones that passed away 

To the life that knows no night. 



66 LOYE. 

Oh! come again my pure sweet bird, 

My heart is a-weary tonight, 
I long to take a flight with thee 

To the land that knows no blight. 

Some day my bird will come for me 

With its silvery wings of light, 
And bear me away where the angels sing, 

To the land of pure delight. 

The beautiful land, the spirit land, 
The land that knows no blight, 

Where our loved ones gather around the throne, 
The light, and the life of light. 

— Hekry Wordsworth Loi^qfellow. 

, LOVE. 

MANY hearts are longing 
For the break of day, 
Many souls are thronging 

Life's eternal way. 
Darkness closely hovers 

Over Souls in woe, 
Gloom or sorrow covers 
They who walk below. 

In the path of error. 

In the mire of fear. 
Trembling in their terror 

They bear burdens here, 



LOVE. 67 

Bear with sigh and groaning, 

Yet o'er all, above 
All the weary moaning, 

Shines the star of Love. 

God is Good, His kindness 

Shall extend to all; 
Mortals in their blindness 

Stumble oft, and fall. 
Yet His hand outreacheth 

To uplift and cheer. 
He the lowly teacheth 

In their sorrow here. 

For by tribulation 

They are purified, 
They who crush temptation 

Are more glorified 
Than the Souls who never 

Come in touch with sin, 
And who ne'er endeavor 

Victory to win. 

God is good and holy. 

And He reigns above. 
He will bless the lowly. 

For His name is Love ; 
God is Good and gracious 

He will open sure, 
Mansions bright and spotless 

For all who can endure. 

— COJ^STANTIK. 



68 MAiq" THOU SHALT NEVER DIE. 



MAN THOU SHALT NEVER DIE! 

MAN, it is written on the heavens, 
In flaming suns and stars, 
The sunrise prints it on the East 

Along the crimson bars. 
The sunset paints it in the West 

With golden finger tips, 
Fair morning whispers it in joy 

With downy fragrant lips. 
The ocean sings it to the shore, 

The shore responds again. 
The mountains chant it to the sea, 

And forests join the strain. 
All nature sings the anthem sweet 

From budding flower to tree. 
The evening shadows soft repeat. 

When twilight veils the lea. 
The universe resounds again 

With this immortal word, 
And life re-echoes the refrain 

On every hand it's heard, 
**Man thou shall never, never die!" 

This is the chorus grand, 
*^ Eternal, destiny is thine," 

Repeat it sea and land, 
**Man thou shalt never, never die!" 

Thy soul forever lives 



MAN THOU SHALT NEVER DIE. 69 

And sweeps in grandeur through the sky, 

For God the blessing gives. 
Ye are a part of God himself, 

Of great Infinitude, 
Within thee lives a living breath 

Of the Eternal Good; 
Thy life can only be a whole 

As joined in love to Him 
Who is the Heavenly oversoul; 

Through spaces grand or dim 
Thy Spirit shall ascend or climb 

To grandest life divine. 
O'er mountain crags to heights sublime 

Thy Soul shall throb and shine. 
And ever onward to the source, 

Of all that fashions life. 
Thy Soul shall keep its upward course, 

In spite of war or strife. 
And ever upward to the throne 

Of Wisdom, Truth, and Power, 
Thy Soul shall make its progress known 

Through every future hour. 
Affection beats within thy heart. 

It stirs within thy breast. 
It makes the tender teardrop start. 

It brings to life new zest. 
It causes thee to nobly work 

For others as for thee. 
It leads thee duty ne'er to shirk. 

It makes thee grand and free. 
This of its self would make the man 

A great Immortal Soul, 



70 MAN THOU SHALT i^EVER DIE. 

Look thou aloft and clearly scan 

Creation's noble scroll, 
And thou slialt read without a blur, 

In characters of light. 
Infinitude can never err, 

His purposes are right; 
And He hath planned for all the race 

Immortal selfhood grand. 
He writes it on the human face, 

He j)rints it in the hand. 
Thy mind. Oh man, can never die. 

Its intellect will grow 
Forever, through the ages fly. 

Its light will burn and glow, 
Forever will it grasp the power 

To reason and to think. 
Thought is its grand immortal dower 

That never more can sink. 
Away from out thy clasp man 

Thy soul shall ever be. 
The noblest of creation's plan, 

A thing divine and free. 
Then take it up ye distant hills, 

And you ye oceans wide. 
Until the strain all Nature thrills 

And rolls from every side ! 
Then take it up ye matchless stars, 

The wondrous sweet refrain. 
And you, ye planetary cars. 

Repeat the grandest strain, — 
*'Man thou shalt never, never die." 

Though planets cease to burn. 



BEAUTIFUL THINTtS. 71 

Though night and day forever fly, 

Though waves do not return, 
The living soul shall onward speed 

Along its upward flight. 
And God himself its path will lead 

Along the track of light. 
"Man thou shalt never, never die," 

The anthem rings from sea to sky. 

— Sir Walter Scott. 



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BEAUTIFUL THINGS. 

THEEE are beautiful things that are never said, 
Beautiful sentiments left unspoken. 
Beautiful dreams that have never shed 

Earthward a single, tender token ; 
Beautiful thoughts that die on the air 

Lacking the power of pure expression, 
Beautiful, wonderful hints of prayer 
Giving to earth no clear impression. 

There are beautiful things that are never seen. 

Gems that lie under the waters hidden, 
Flowers that bloom in the dells, I ween, 

AVhere only fairies to them are bidden; 
Treasures of beauty all manifold. 

Greater than man hath ever counted, 
Riches on riches of shining gold, 

Jewels in crowns that were never mounted. 



72 BEAUTIFUL THINGS. 

Beautiful things that were never yet 

Unto the outward kingdom given, 
Beautiful images man might get 

Fresh from the bountiful hand of heaven; 
Beautiful poems in human hearts, 

Poems yet never said or written, 
Such as a wonderful light imparts 

Unto the soul by affection smitten. 

Wonderful things in music and art. 

Songs that never have known the singing, 
Music that carry a magic part. 

Unto the world new powers bringing; 
Never as yet hath mortals heard. 

Never as yet have human voices 
Echoed the musical strain or word 

Such, as celestial souls, rejoices. 

Beautiful things that stir and live, 

Sweet aspirations all unspoken, 
Beautiful, soulful things that give 

Ever of holier life, a token ; 
God in his wisdom created he them, 

Blessings that float on the tide of our being, 
Music and prayer and flower and gem 

Kept from the earth for our spiritual seeing. 
Poems and art and praises and singing, 
Unto the soul, sweet benisons bringing. 

— Laceonia. 



GOD IJS" JTATURE. 73 



GOD IN NATURE. 

GOD in the sunbeam glows, 
God in the starshine gleams, 
God in the blooming rose 

Wakes the Fairy's dreams; 
God in each atom small 

Holds it to time and place, 
God in the maple tall 
Gives it divinest grace. 

God in the mountain grand 

Fashions the mighty pile, 
God in the sea, on land. 

Shines with His Holy smile; 
He holds within His clasp 

Oceans and tides. 
Naught can escape His grasp, 

All things He guides. 

God through the universe 

Breathes Life for aye. 
Planets his law rehearse 

By night and day; 
God from the emerald sod 

Smiles in each flower, 
All things are formed of God, 

His will the power. 



74 AJ^ INNER MEANING. 

Filling the human soul 

With boundless life, 
Pointing it to the goal 

Where peace is rife ; 
Thrilling the human heart 

With endless love, 
Born of the better part 

In heaven above. 

God through all time and space 

Moves calmly on. 
Naught can disturb His place, 

His power is strong ; 
God in all nature lives. 

His throne is there. 
He boundless freedom gives 

Life everywhere. 

— LUCOEDEA. 

J' 

AN INNER MEANING. 

THERE comes to my mind a legend, 
A thing I had half forgot. 
And whether I read it or dreamed it 

Ah, well, it m.atters not ; — 
It's said that in Heaven, at twilight, 

A great bell softly swings. 
And men may listen and harken to 

The wondrous music it rings. 
If he puts from the heart's inner chamber 

All the passion, and pain, and strife, 



MY PRAYER. 75 

Heart aches, and weary longings 

That throb in the ^Dulses of life, 
If thrust from his soul all hatred, 

All thoughts of wicked things ; — 
And I think there lies in this legend, 

If we o^Den our eyes to see. 
Somewhat of an inner meaning, 

My friend, to you and me. 
Let us look to our hearts and question, 

"Can pure thoughts enter in 
To a Soul, if it already be 

The dwelling place of sin?'* 
So then, let us ponder a little, 

Let us look at our hearts and see 
If the twilight bell of the angels 

Would ring for you and me. 

— Alexai^der Cremlii^. 
Composed 433 B. C. 



MY PRAYER. 

HOW shall I right the wrongs 
That round about me lie? 
And how best my work to do 
As the years so swiftly fly? 

For my heart is faint and sick. 
And my eyes oft fill with tears 

To see the wrong keep down the right. 
And hearts bowed down with fears. 



76 god's ways. 



And I try to find the way 

To give the doubting faith, 
To cheer the sick, to help the sad. 

To banish fear of death. 

Thou Father above I pray 

Grive us thy strength and love, 

To help each one on the way 
To brighter heights above, 

That we may do thy will, 

To help the fainting heart, 
That we with truth may fill 

The hungry, ere we part 
To meet in after days 
And sing thy glorious praise. 

GOD'S WAYS. 

GOD'S ways are wise and grand. 
He moves by perfect law, 
And though His works are keenly scanned 

They yet reveal no flaw 
To those who mark the whole 

Of pattern and of scheme. 
The greatness of the Over Soul 
In every starry gleam. 

God's ways are not the same 

As finite ways of man, 
For hidden ojlories flame 

In each infinite plan, 



god's ways. 77 

He moves along His course 

Far-seeing to the end, 
And plans with wisest force 

To have all nature blend 

In harmony with all 

That life will yet achieve, 
That discord may not fall 

Between the warp and weave. 
And hence there's no mistake, 

Though sometimes it may seem 
That failures, sorrows, make 

Life but an empty dream. 

God's ways are wise and just, 

He holds within His hand 
The highest and noblest trust 

That Souls can e'er command. 
His i^owers do e'er avail 

To work the grandest ends 
His wisdom and His truth prevail. 

His Love all love transcends. 

God's ways are grand always. 

Though not as those of men. 
He leads us by His holy ways 

To paths of right again. 
Then hail Him sons of earth, 

And daughters praise His name. 
Let all the world of mortal birth 

His Holy works proclaim ! 

— ZEiq^OBIA. 



78 MY QUEEK OF SOlfG. 



MY QUEEN OF SONG. 

AKOYAL Princess, fair is she, 
One to the manor born, 
A glorious creature, grand and free, 

Bright as the summer's morn ; 
I hear her singing low and sweet. 

As time rolls swiftly on, 
I lay my honors at her feet 
This gifted Queen of song. 

She has not wealth, or lineage high. 

Though to the manor born, 
Her's is a royalty of soul 

That doth her state adorn, 
She walks in poverty and toil. 

As days all pass along, 
And yet a child of royal soil 

This cliarming Queen of song. 

Where did I find her ? at the gate 

With sweet patrician air, 
She came to slowly pause and wait 

My recognition there. 
She lifted up her glorious voice. 

Its wondrous notes prolong. 
The rapture. Oh my soul rejoice 

At this great Queen of song. 



FROM ZOJnTE to ZOiJ-E. 79 

She sang to me of love and home, 

Of all things sweet and dear, 
I bade her heart no longer roam. 

But find its solace here; 
She dwells within my life alway 

And shields me from all wrong, 
She blesses me by night and day. 

My Angel Qneen of song. 

— Ai^O:N'YMOUS. 

FROM ZONE TO ZONE. 

FROM zone to zone the Spirit speeds 
Along it's never ending course, 
The human Soul on nectar feeds 

And finds it's power in the source 
Of Life that everlasting is. 

There is no death, but only change, 
The soul can rise from each abyss 

And through the worlds of glory range. 

From zone to zone as travels light 

The Soul, that understands it's power. 
May take it's onward, tireless flight 

And only gain new strength each hour. 
Eternity is none too long 

For Spirits to experience life. 
Creation sings it's matchless song 

Mid worlds of peace or fields of strife. 

From zone to zone the Ego Man 

In wingless grandeur wends his way, 

God in His universal plan 

Provides his own with endless day; 



80 FROM ZOISTE TO ZONE. 

Ten thousand years are as a mite 

A fragment of Eternity, 
A moment in the flaming light 

Of Infinite Immensity. 

From zone to zone, each world and star 

Becomes a pathway for the Soul, 
The gates of Life are left ajar, 

For Man is part of Life's great whole; 
From zone to zone the Ego soars 

Impelled by inner force and will. 
While God through all his being pours 

The flaming currents of His skill. 

From zone to zone each planet gives 

Experience and work to man, 
The Ego learning that he lives 

Can all the works of Nature scan 
And find a use and place for all. 

The humblest and the mightiest, too. 
No secret can the Soul appall, 

For it hath all things yet in view. 

Omega never can be found, 

There is no end to boundless law 
And Life forever, round on round. 

Pursues it's course without a flaw. 
From zone to zone the Spirit speeds 

With endless search and tireless zeal, 
It gains all impulse that it needs. 

As Nature to it's sense reveals 
The wonders of Infinite power. 

And guides it on from hour to hour. 

— Mayah. 



WINTER FLED. 81 



WINTER FLED. 

WINTER, cold winter has fled. 
Oh, how he loathed to depart ! 
Crowned with a frost wreath his head, 

Cheerless and bitter his heart. 
He was so stately and cold, 

G-rand as a master of fate, 
Grand as a monarch of old 
Dwelling in majesty great. 

Ermine his robes of pure white, 

Frost-jewels gleamed on his brow, 
Diamonds that flashed through the night 

Covered his garments just now; 
Sandals of beauty he wore 

Shining with tints of the skies, 
Frozen the smile that he bore. 

Frozen the light of his eyes. 

Winter, cold winter has fled, 

Chased by a beautiful maid, 
Gone is the crown from his head, 

Low now his jewels are laid ; 
Lost are the sandals he wore, 

Vanished the robe of pure white, 
Into the darkness ho bore 

All of his grandeur and light. 



82 THE AGES. 

AVinter, cold winter has fled, 

Pelted by beautiful flowers, 
Chased by sweet April he sped 

Far from her glistening showers ; 
lie who was stately and cold. 

He who was gorgeous and great, 
Just like a monarch of old. 

Fell from his lofty estate. 

"Winter, dear winter has gone, — 

Spring with her beauty is here, 
Hurrying tenderly on, 

Bringing good comfort and cheer. 
Gone is the Monarch of old, 

Come is the queen of delight, 
She in her garments of gold 

Pleases the world with her light. 

— Elizabeth Barrett Broayning, 



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THE AGES. 

THE ages march with even step 
Ad own the corridors of time. 
Each bears it's banner floating high 
With pennon fluttering to the sky; 

Each with a step sublime 
Cloves with a strangely solemn air. 
And leaves an impress everywhere, 
In every place and clime. 



THE AGES. 81] 

Each ago hath to it's Ime been true, 
Each hath it's mission nobly wrought, 

Till swinging cycles all complete 

Their destiny did boldly meet; 

And all the way has human thought 

It's wondrous mystery revealed, 

Till founts of language were unsealed 
That to mankind hath treasures brought. 

The ages marching line by line. 

Have brought the Infinite to view, 
The God that fills the universe 
In grand revealments they rehearse, 

His glories all divine and true, 
Each following Age unfolds the scroll 
That e'er interprets soul to soul, 

God's mysteries forever new. 

The ages hold their secrets well. 
And yet the mind of mortal man 

May search them out and fully learn 

The source in which they live and burn; 
The secret of their hidden plan, 

And as the ages onward move 

They to the thinkers nobly prove 
Though earthly life is but a span, 

Eternity forever lies 

Beyond the gaze of mortal eyes. 
That God Himself is all in all 
Alpha Omega — Great and Small. 

— Howard. 



84 THE IRON EGG. 



THE IRON EGG. 

IT was a liomely little thing, 
In shape just like an egg, 
A rounded, oval, iron ring 
Without one single leg, 
A child could hold it in his hand. 

It was so small in size. 
And e'en the poorest in the land 
Might well its gift despise. 

And so it was not very strange 

That one to whom it came, 
Should cast it forth with widest range, 

Nor did he feel to blame ; 
And others chancing to pass by, 

Cast on the iron toy 
A careless or a scornful eye, 

But neither girl nor boy 

Did lift it from its humble bed 

Upon the sodden ground. 
Until at last, from overhead. 

White robed and lilly crowned. 
An Angel fluttered to the earth 

And stooped to gently raise 
The iron egg of lowly birth. 

With lofty song and praise. 



THE IRON EGG. 35 

She stood within the pathway there, 

A being pure and sweet, 
With fragrant lillies in her hair, 

And sandals on her feet; 
She stood and waited for the lad 

Who wished for wealth and power, 
For him she kindly feeling had. 

She loved him hour by hour. 

He came at last all flushed with pride 

And eager for a gift, 
From his enchanting Angel guide 

That from his path would lift 
The chances of defeat in gain, 

Of disappointment sad, 
Of non success, of sorrows, pain. 

This proud and happy lad. 

The Angel glanced upon his face. 

She scanned his gleaming eyes 
To find therein a tender trace 

Of Trust that never dies. 
But faith in holy things and true 

Had not for him a part. 
His quest was of a worldly view. 

Of fame and not of heart. 

He spied the Angel in his road. 

Sun kissed and lilly crowned, 
A being from the King's abode 

Her way to earth had found, 



86 THE IRON" EGG. 

He saw her beauty and her light, 

And in his haughty pride, 
*'0h Angel give to me this night 

Thy choicest gift!" he cried. 

'*What wouldst thou have, Oh mortal son," 

The Angel gently said. 
"A gem more bright than ever shone 

On Royal robes or head." 
The Angel smiled — presumptions one 

Thy wish will granted be. 
"Behold a gem a kingdom won 

For Kingly Royalty, 

**And unto thee it shall be given. 

This priceless jewel rare. 
No Royal Kingdom short of Heaven 

Can boast of gem so fair ; 
Accept thou it. Oh, happy youth. 

And wear it in thy breast, 
A talisman of Love and Truth 

To make thy spirit blest." 

And as she spoke the Angel sweet. 

Extended unto him. 
This lad intending to compete 

With Fate severe and grim. 
The iron egg of homely mold 

That lay within her grasp, 
It bore no crest of burnished gold. 

No shining jeweled clasp. 



THE IRON 1X40. 

It lay within her dainty hand, 

A crude unlovely thing, 
No monarch sure in any land 

Would choose the iron ring. 
And in amazment at her word 

The youth replied with scorn, 
**Such mocking was never heard, 

Such jewel may adorn, 

"The scullion that may dig the soil. 

Or delve in ditches vile. 
But I am not a son of toil. 

For Fates upon me smile, 
And though you do not give to me 

The jewel that I crave, 
My journey will successful be. 

For fortune guides the brave." 

And with a look of sheer disdain. 

He vanished with a bound. 
Tossing the iron egg again 

Upon the sodden ground. 
Once more the Angel raised the toy. 

With sad and gentle smile. 
Sweet purity without alloy 

That sin cannot besruile. 



The youth who spurned the Angel's gift 

Went forth on cao'cr winces, 
He sought for fame and name to lift 

Him to the rank of Kings, 



THE IRON EGG. 

He craved for power to lead the van 

Of autocrats — and fools, 
Who seek to make their fellow man 

Their cringing slaves and tools. 

He sought for pomp and fleeting fame, 

For affluence and power. 
He sought a station and a name, 

For millions as his dower. 
And as he went he saw success 

Before him everywhere, 
And men and comrades did confess 

Him great beyond compare. 

But ere the seasons of his life 

Did to their fulness grow, 
He found contention, loss and strife 

Did lay his coffers low, 
And one by one his comrades all 

Deserted him at last. 
And they who at his beck and call 

Had hastened strong and fast. 

Refused to answer to him now, 

Refused to cringe and bend. 
No servant answered to his bow, 

No man could call him friend. 
For purity and honor too 

Had all been lost by him. 
Amid the struggles all untrue 

Of trade severe and grim. 



THE IKON EGG. 89 

And speculation's sordid self, 

And greed so harsh and stern, 
And Mighty Mammon's love of pelf, 

Had each and all in turn 
Contrived to rob him of his best, 

His heritage and fame, 
Until in trouble and unrest 

He died without a name. 

The Angel waited in her place 

The iron egg in hand, 
A beauteous being full of grace, 

A star upon the land. 
And soon a youth of quiet mien, 

AYith courage in his eye. 
And on his brow a light serene 

Chanced to be passing by. 

He saw the Angel by the way, 

And paused with reverent air, 
She was to him as bright as day, 

A being wondrous fair, 
But as she smiled upon him there, 

His soul in courage grew, 
And bowing gently once again 

His guardian Soul he knew. 

She placed the egg within his hand, — 

"A treasure fair," she said, 
*'It is a prize both rich and grand," — 

He lowly bowed his head, 



90 THE IROK EGG. 

*'Wear it within thy breast, youth!" 
He smiled in sweet assent, 

*'In honor live, with Love and Truth,"- 
Again his head he bent. 

He placed the egg within his breast 

And passed along his way. 
Seeking to live his very best 

In honor day by day, 
And though he lost the worldly track 

To fame and great success, 
He never gazed in longing back, 

For his was happiness. 

At length the day of want appeared. 

His children cried for bread, 
JSTot suffering for himself he feared, 

Nor hardship did he dread. 
But for the little ones he loved 

He might be forced to beg. 
But no — for in his memory moved 

A thought of iron egg. 

He brought it forth and looked it o'er, 

And found a secret spring, 
Such as he had not seen before, — 

It made an opening. 
And there within the casket lay 

A gem of priceless worth. 
That brought him riches day by day 

While he remained on earth. 



EXALTATIOiq-. 91 



EXALTATION. 

AN Eagle poising in the sun 
Far high in azure blue, 
Its feathery plumage white and dun, 

It's eye so clear and true, 
Gazed down upon the barren ground 

Then up into the air. 
Then swiftly circling round and round. 
It skimmed the cloudlets there. 

Away it soared till human eye 

Could follow it no more, 
Away o'er crags and summits high 

So proudly did it soar. 
Till on the highest, topmost peak 

Of all the mountain chain. 
From which the roving eye might seek 

Each field and meadow plain. 

Upon the snowy mountain crest, 

The eagle wild and free. 
Did build it's lonely place of rest, — 

An eyrie none could see, — 
And there aloft from human ken 

It raised it's tender young. 
Far from the haunts of beasts and men, 

It's notes of triumph rung. 



92 EXALTATION. 

Amid the everlasting blue 

Where golden clouds came down, 

With morning light or evening dew- 
Each like a shining crown 

That capped the hoary mountain crest, 
AYith beauty pure and fair, 

The eagle guarded well it's nest. 
Intrusion ne'er came there. 



Amid the bright eternal calm 

The eaglets gained their power, 
No storm nor tempest did them harm, 

They strengthened every hour, 
Grew strong of wing and keen of sight, 

Eejoicing in freedom's air. 
And all the world to them was light, 

No weakness anywhere. 

A human spirit soared and soared 

Above all earthly things. 
It's soul in ecstacy outpoured. 

While on etheral wings 
It spurned the dull material clay. 

The tumult and the din, — 
Towards the light it sped away 

From passion and from sin. 

It floated in the boundless blue 

And quaffed the liquid sun, 
It bathed in morning's early dew 

And e'er new conquest won. 



exaltatioinT. 93 

It soared aloft on peak and height 

Away from carnal quest, 
Forever seeking for the light 

To give it peace and rest. 

On aspiration's pinions strong 

That spirit soared away, 
It's tuneful accents raised in song 

No shadow could dismay, 
It soared above the seething fires 

Of selfishness and pain, 
Away from evil's fierce desires. 

From error's galling chains. 

O'er mountain crag or rugged steeps. 

That spirit soared afar. 
To where eternl justice keeps, — 

Beyond all sun and star. 
It's holy vigils for the world 

That's plunged in sorrow vast. 
Awaiting truth by giants hurled 

Against it's foes at last. 

And there amid the lofty heights. 

It found it's rightful home. 
Where Liberty's eternal lights 

Shine far from Heaven's high dome. 
And there within the precious air 

Of freedom for the mind, 
That spirit grew in beauty rare 

And left all sin behind. 



94 HEAIiT OF GRACE BE UNDEFILED. 

Arise, Arise ye toiling ones 

On aspiration's wings, 
Ye are the daughters and the sons 

Of Liberty, she flings 
Her starry banner from the heights 

And bid ye seek it's folds, 
And for Justice, Truth and Right, 

Love, now your need beholds. 
Her shining plume will speed you on : 

Arise and join her heavenly song. 

— Vesta. 



HEART OF GRACE BE UNDEFILED. 

HEART of grace be undefiled, 
Tender as a little child ! 
Heart of grace be strong and calm. 
Sweetened by Love's fragrant balm! 
Heart of grace be grand and free 
As the giant forest tree ! 
Heart of grace be warm and true, — 
Every passion now subdue ! 
Soul of man be up and doing 
Every mighty truth pursuing! 
Soul of majesty and light 
Spread thy wings and take thy flight. 
Over mountain crag and crest 
Till ye gain the mansions blest ! 

— Mother Mary 



STAK OF LOVE. 95 



STAR OF LOVE. 

STAR of Love, oh, grandly shine 
On this lowly earth of thine! 
Shed thy radiant beams afar 
Thou oh brilliant morning star! 
Penetrate the chill and gloom 
Of all darkness of the tomb, 
Shed thy v/arming, golden light 
Through the clouds of sorrow's night! 

Star of Love, thy perfect ray 
Changes dark to glorious day. 
'N'eath thy power Lijustice fails, 
'Neath thy warmth Oppression pales, 
Thou canst fill the world with cheer. 
Thou so holy doth appear, 
Tyranny and error fly, 
When thy glory draweth nigh. 

Star of Love, thy mission true 
Is to Heavenly peace renew 
On the earth, that man may knovf 
Heavenly harmony below. 
Star of Love, thy work shall be 
To dispense Fraternity, 
That the brotherhood of man 
May become the mortal plan. 



96 ETERN'AL VERITIES. 

Star of Love, thy golden beams 
Fill the human breast with dreams 
Of the glorious age to be, 
Season of sweet harmony, 
AVhen the earth shall blossom fair 
As a rose so rich and rare, 
When the reign of greed shall go. 
Banishing all sin and woe. 

Star of Love, thou golden gem ! 
Thou didst rise o'er Bethlehem! 
Shine upon our planet now 
Like a jewel on its brow, 
Shine, and shine 'till human dross 
Shall be counted human loss, 
'Till all human destiny 
Shall be lifted up to thee ! 

— Empress JosEPHiiq-E. 



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ETERNAL VERITIES. 
YNASTIES rise and fall 



Thrones crumble and decay, 
And ruin hovers over all 

That rests alone in clay. 
The pride and pomp of kings 

May totter in a night. 
While wealth may take to wings 

And stay not in it's flight. 



ETERNAL VERITIES. 97 

The warrior who to-day 

Is borne aloft to fame, 
To-morroAV in the fray 

May lose his place and name ; 
The hero of an hour 

May see his glory set, 
The man of worldly power 

May die without regret. 

The splendor of a crown, 

With jewels flashing bright, 
May lose it's fair renown, 

And yet be lost in night. 
The pageantry and show 

Of folly and of pride. 
May into silence go, 

Swept by oblivion's tide. 

Such are the things of dust 

That often change with time. 
The Soul alone can trust 

The majesty sublime 
Of never ending power, 

Of never ceasing light. 
That through God's endless hour 

Are never lost to sight. 

What though dynasties fall. 

What though a kingdom dies, 
While truth is over all. 

Eternal as the skies. 



98 CELESTIAL VISITANTS. 

Though Folly, Pride and Fame 

Roll back into the past, 
While wisdom's quenchless flame 

Eternally shall last. 

What though the fleeting breath 

Of show will pass away, 
Though Pomp be lost in death, 

And thrones fall to decay, 
While Love forever towers — 

And Justice ne'er sleep 
And over all, Divinest powers 

Their vigils ever keep. 

— Eliza Cook. 

CELESTIAL VISITANTS. 

APPARELLED in celestial white 
The loving Angels speed, 
In chariots of golden light 

Drawn by truth's fiery steed. 
They bear the torch of progress on 

And with it's living flame 
Dispel the clouds of sin and wrong, 

The fogs of doubt and shame. 
Their beauteous faces all appear. 

Like stars of holy light. 
Their eyes of lustre, shining clear, 

Are filled with sweet delight; 
Their flowing tresses nobly crowned 

With lillies sweet and fair. 
While from their happy lips resound. 

The tones of tuneful prayer. 



CELESTIAL VISITANTS. 99 

From Heaven's clear ethereal blue, 

They speed to earthly planes, 
Their souls with eostacy anew 

Chant love's imperial strains. 
They come, these messengers of peace 

To mortal hearts inspire. 
To make earth's happiness increase. 

And point each spirit higher. 
And clouds of v>^itnesses appear 

With helpful hope and light 
Within the mortal atmosphere 

To make it pure and bright. 
They watch with tender pitying eyes 

The struggles of mankind. 
They seek to lead to Paradise 

The lowly, weak, and blind, 
To heal the sick and suffering, too, 

Uplift the fallen one. 
To ever bless with honor true 

Each daughter and each son. 
These living witnesses above 

Of every work and deed 
Bestow their holy, heavenly love, 

While up and on they lead, 
Those living witnesses of all. 

Our hopes and pains and fears. 
Oh may we listen to their call 

While truth itself appears. 
To light our pathway evermore 

To God's eternal, golden shore. 

— Leigh IIukt. 



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100 THOUGHT. 



THOUGHT. 

THOUGHTS take airy wings and fly 
Like thistle downs upon the air, 
Finding lodgement by and bye 
In the mind receptive there 
To the airy fleecy things. 

Thoughts are born not in the brain 
That expression to them gives, 

They are links within the chain 
Of Eternal Mind that lives 
Lord of Lords and King of Kings. 

Thoughts have souls that are alive, 
Souls of consciousness and power. 

Thoughts on impulse grow and thrive, 
Intellect their only dower, 
Thoughts eternal, fadeless are. 

Thoughts are souls without a form. 
Shapeless they until they reach 

Into brains alive and warm. 

Where they blossom into speech, — 
Every thought is like a star ; 

Brilliant, steadfast, constant, true, 
Like a star in power and light 



MY mother's AITGEL FACE. 101 

Every hour it's gleams renew, — 

Stream in radiance warm and bright 
Through the mighty universe. 

Thought a glorious kingdom proves 

That hath subjects of its own; 
Intellect with order moves 
From it's royal master's throne 
While its power the stars rehearse. 

— JoHN^ Drydek. 



MY MOTHER'S ANGEL FACE. 

1SEE it through the shadows shine, 
The gloomy shades of death, 
I see its tenderness divine, 
I feel its gentle breath, 
The loving eyes so pure and sweet 

Filled with their holy grace. 
The curving lips that on me smiled, — 
My sainted Mother's face. 

It smiles upon me when I sleep 

And gives me happy dreams, 
Its look pathetic when I weep, 

A pure expression seems. 
It shines in brightness when I wake 

And greets me with the morn, 
When star beams through the azure break. 

It doth the night adorn. 



102 MY mother's akgel face. 

My loving mother's angel face, 

I see it night and clay, 
Iler spirit from its heavenly place 

Doth to my dwelling stray, 
It watches o'er me through all gloom, 

It lifts me from despair, 
Aiid like a lilly white with bloom. 

It gleams divinely fair. 

My mother's face, my mother's face, 

Oh, never hath their been 
A countenance of shining grace 

More like a tender queen. 
My mother's face that shines on me 

From out the glowing stars. 
And heavenly gates of ecstacy 

Unto my sight unbars. 

Her mortal form was gently laid 

Beneath the daisies fair. 
And Oh! my heart was sore dismayed 

To think her lying there. 
But lo a gleam of light, and then 

Came in the dear old place 
With smiling lip and eyes again. 

My mother's blessed face. 

My mother's well remembered face 
Oh, many a time and oft, 

I see it crowned with dainty lace 
And framed in meshes soft 



THE JEWELS OF A KIKG. 103 

Of beautiful and snowy folds 

That give it nameless grace, 
And well I know that Love e'er holds 

My Angel mother's face. 

My sainted mother, Heaven smiled 

When thou did upward go. 
But Ah ! thou did not leave thy child 

For thou art here, I know, 
Though time should rob me of my all, 

It never can efface 
That tender image that I call 

My mother's angel face. 

— Bulwer-Lytton. 

THE JEWELS OF A KING. 

THERE were jewels in his diadem, 
Each one was fastened there, 
And claimed to be a gift of love 

From courtiers grave and fair. 
For when the monarch's golden crown 

Was ready to be framed, 
A herald, passing through the town 

This message clear, proclaimed, 
*'Ho ye who wish the Monarch well, 

And have a gift for him 
Where'er within his courts ye dwell. 

In cloister old or dim. 
Or in the outskirts of the town, 

Or in its streets so gay, 



104 THE JEWELS OF A KING. 

Bring ye a jewel for his crown 

That shall be forged today. 
Bring ye a large or tiny gem 

It matters not," he said, 
"A place upon his diadem, 

To crown a royal head, 
Your offering will surely find, 

For he, your sire, and King 
Will to each subject be most kind. 

Who, but their best will bring. 
Ho ye, ho ye, good people, true 

And loyal to your liege. 
Bring ye the best ye have in view 

Nor let a foe besiege 
His castle, or his garden wall, 

Attend him with your zeal. 
The good King loves you one and all 

He will attend your weal. 
Ho ye, ho ye, who have a gem, 

A jewel or a stone 
Of value for his diadem, 

Convey it to the throne. 
Convey it willingly and swift, 

And freely make it known 
It is a gladsome, cheerful gift, 

A blessing of your own. 
And bring it ere the close of day 

Ere yet the sun goes down, 
That it may find, a place ahvay 

Ujoon the Monarch's crown." 
And speedily the courtiers all 

Secured a jewel fine, 



THE JEWELS OF A KIITG. 105 

Their Monarch's senses to enthrall 

With its resplenclant shine, 
And each unto the palace bore 

The gift that he or her 
Meant for the King, who ne'er before 

Created such a stir. 
And gems there were of red and blue 

As rubies or saphires, 
And diamonds of faultless hue, 

With rare, imprisoned fires. 
While emeralds of flashing green 

Found in that crown a place, 
And pearls, the envy of a queen 

The diadem did grace. 
And by and by an humble class 

Of subjects of the King, 
Did crave their privilege to pass 

That they a gift might bring ; 
And here were stones of mottled brown, 

Or gray or sombre hue. 
Intended for the Monarch's crown. 

By yeoman spirits true 
Who had no aristocracy. 

Nor works of great renown, 
The humbler men and women they 

Of all the mighty town. 
And as they came in twos and threes. 

Or singly one by one. 
And brought with them a bracing breeze 

And glimpses of the sun. 
The courtiers mocked at them, and laughed 

Their treasures all to scorn, 



106 ' THE JEWELS OF A KING. 

And some derided, others cliafled, — 

Such gems could not adorn 
The diadem of Monarch proud 

These courtiers all declared, 
Until the sturdy, humble crowd 

Did wonder how it dared 
To bring the King their lowly gifts, 

Their treasures, all they had, 
Until their sovereign ruler lifts 

His voice in praises glad ; 
**Let none be sent away," he cried, 

''I love my subjects all, 
Each treasure shall be glorified 

However poor or small, 
My peojole avIio have brought their best, 

Have sought to honor me. 
And I, their King, art truly blest 

By their sweet loyalty. 
I judge the treasure by the heart 

And know ye, subjects mine, 

prize far more than works of art 

The humblest, smallest sign 
Of loyalty and friendship true, 

A pebble though it be, 
It shines for me with lustrous hue 

Emblem of constancy. 
Know ye my subjects one and all 

That in my peerless crown. 
Each gift or token great or small 

That ye have handed down. 
Shall find its place and show its worth 

Not as by mortals shown, 



THE JEWELS OF A KING. 107 

But as by those of heavenly birth 

Its value 's seen and known. 
Know ye that some whose gifts are told 

As priceless Jewels rare, 
That cannot here be bought or sold 

So costly they and fair, 
Have only brought me baubles here, 

Though flashing gems they be. 
The baubles of inconstancy, 

Of pride, or flattery; 
And some who brought the dusky stone, 

The mottled pebble too, 
Have brought unto my precious throne 

Their symbols, grand and true, 
Of constancy and friendship dear. 

Of faithful love, and sweet. 
My crown will bear them year by year 

And unto me repeat 
The gladsome tale, my children all. 

That ye have done your best. 
And that I may upon you call. 

And feel that my behest 
Is followed by warm hearts and grand. 
Who love the ruler of their land. ' ' 
And thus through all the ages down 
Has lived that Monarch's matchless crown. 



108 YE SEEKERS FOR THE LIGHT. 



YE SEEKERS FOR THE LIGHT. 

YE seekers for the liglit, 
Ye searchers for the truth, 
Ye toilers working through the night, 

Ye aged ones and youth, 
Gird up your loins anew 

And raise your weary eyes, 
Gaze upward for a heavenly view, 
Not down for Paradise. 

Ye who are sad and lone. 

Ye who are faint and ill, 
Eeach upward to the Father's throne, 

His Love is with you still. 
Ye who have known despair. 

Ye who have been depressed. 
The Father holds you in his care. 

His arms will give you rest. 

Ye who have dimly heard 

The precious promise given. 
The Master's loving, gentle word 

That fell like bread from Heaven 
"I come not to the well, 

No doctor they require, 
I come with tender spell 

To banish Sin's desire 



VAXITY FAIR. 109 

"Tliey a physician need, 

Who live in sore distress, 
I come my flock to lead 

Out of the wilderness. 
The weary and the sad, 

The broken and the blind, 
I come to make them glad, — 

My service for mankind." 

Ye lonely ones and weak, 

For you the Angels sing. 
Ye who for succor seek, 

God will his mercy bring. 
Lift high your weary heads 

And quaff his glory in. 
It's light upon you sheds 

Deliverance from sin. 

— Pkii^^cess Mary of Coi^-DE. 



VANITY FAIR. 

VANITY Fair is proud and gay. 
All bedecked in it's colors fine. 
Vanity Fair, the people say. 

Holds the glitter of glint and shine. 
Haughty dames their homage pay. 
At it's hollow, imperfect shrine. 
Simpering lassies flit time away 
Gazing at it's alluring sign. 
Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair ! 
Many a youth is stranded there ! 



110 VANITY FAIR. 

Vanity Fair makes every show, 

Fashion and Folly and Pride abound, 
Vanity Fair is all aglow 

With ribbons galore from top to ground. 
Fashion and Folly and Pride you know 

Play on Fancy round on round, 
Games of chance now high, now low. 

None of them with an honor crowned. 
Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair! 
Many a soul is wasted there. 

Vanity Fair is full of fire. 

Dangerous fire that spits and burns. 
Quenchless flame of a fierce desire 

That all reason and honor spurns. 
Vanity Fair that cannot hire 

AVisdom to fill its glittering urns. 
Some that will light its funeral pyre 

When to the earth sweet Love returns. 
Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair! 
God and Goodness are never there. 

Vanity Fair is all about, 

Here and there in the busy land, 
And its votaries laugh and shout, 

Mocking and jesting on every hand; 
None of its followers are put to rout. 

Only when justice with weapons grand, 
Marches in solemn step about, 

Making for truth a noble stand. 
Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair! 
Why will humanity linger there. 



AVHEN" GOD IS IN THE HEART. Ill 

Vanity Fair will pass from view, 

Friends of freedom, in coming years, 
When to its evil such as you 

Waken, and know the bitter tears 
Vanity Fair has cost you, too. 

Waken and know v/hen disappears 
Vanity Fair, a life more true 

Then will dawn from the higher spheres. 
Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair! 
Angels weep while you linger there. 

— AViLLiAM M. Thackeray. 



WHEN GOD IS IN THE HEART. 

WHEN God is in the heart. 
And all his loving grace, 
Unfolds within the tender breast, 

And keeps it's own pure place, 
Then nothing can dismay, 

No pain nor doubt can bear 
A sting to pierce the holy calm 

That rests forever there. 
When God is in the heart. 

His likeness in the soul, 
No power can quench the spirit-fire. 

It holds a grand control 
O'er every thing beneath, above, 

That it can daily reach — 
It is it's own interpreter, 

A light to grandly teach 



112 WHEK GOD IS IN THE HEART. 

The inner mysteries of Life 

That of the Spirit are, 
For God is there, and aye His truth 

Gleams like the brightest star. 
When God is in the heart, 

No tempest can assail, 
No mighty torrent of despair 

Against it can avail. 
When God is in the heart. 

The sun shines ever bright. 
His face reveals the holy power 

To banish darkest night; 
The upAvard, onward way 

Is lined with rarest flowers. 
And sunbeams gild the path 

Of all the passing hours ; 
Sweet music softly blown 

From pure ^olian lyres, 
Kegale the listening ear 

And loftily inspires 
The Soul that dwelleth near 

The Holy, sacred shrine, 
Where truth and Love evoke 

Life's harmonies divine. 
When God is in the heart, 

There is no room for sin, 
The whole world hath no power 
To crowd Him from within. 

— Schiller. 



NATURE. 113 



NATURE. 



DAME nature dressed in bright array, 
Her skirts of gauzy green — 
Bedecked with flowers of gorgeous hue, — 

A venerable Queen, 
Rides jauntily through all the glades 

Upon her floral car, 
Her tresses flowing in the wind 

Her veil pinned by a star. 
She scatters as she onward goes, 

With ever lavish hand. 
Sweet herbs and flowers rich and good 

For any in the land. 
She is a gracious, kindly dame 

Who loves her children well. 
She gathers them unto her breast, 

And then proceeds to tell 
The story of the seasons bright. 

How Spring with sprightly air, 
Doth dance to music pure and sweet. 

With spirit young and fair. 
How Summer with it's richest bloom 

Doth mellow by it's heat 
The luscious fruit of wood and field 

And make them rich and sweet. 
How Autumn turns the trees to flame 

Or into finest gold. 
And stores of bounty offers man 

As much as he can hold. 



114 WHISPER IT, WINDS. 

How AViiiter in his snowy crown 

And ermine robe of white, 
Holds stately court with subjects brave 

Through all the frosty night. 
And thus she tells with kindly zest 

The story of the year. 
Dame Nature in her beauty dressed, 

As now she doth appear, 
And all her courtiers bending low 

Pay homage at her feet, 
To them she is a sovereign 

Of love and faith complete, 
And all the world repeats again 
The story of her noble reign. 

— Percy Bysshe Shelley 



WHISPER IT, WINDS. 

WHISPER it, winds from Heaven, 
Whisper it o'er the earth 
A God child has arisen. 

From lowly mortal birth ! 
Sing it, ye hapj)y Angels, 

A song of praise and worth ! 
Shout it ye stars of glory. 

Chant it, ye moving spheres. 
God in the human bosom 

In mystery appears! — 
God in the Christ child holy 

Giveth to man the sign, 
Beacon and sign of glory, 

Humanity divine. 

— Samuel Taylor Coleripge. 



IIUMAK SEKVICE. 115 



HUMAN SERVICE. 

THE highest service of man is not given to some un- 
known and unappreciable God, nor is it bestowed 
in almsgiving and ostentatious display, nor yet is it 
shown in the voicing of litanies, psalms or prayers, but 
it is that service of the heart that speaks through the 
accents of sympathy and in the tender tone of fraternal 
love ; prays in the bestowal of needed helpfulness, and 
serves in the expression of kindness that doeth unto 
others as it would receive. 

Human service consists in making others happy, drying 
the falling tear, easing the wounded heart, binding up 
the sores and hurts of our fellowmen, comforting the 
mourners and in cheering the oppressed. 

Greater Love hath no man for God, than that which 
he bestows upon his fellow man. He who worships God 
with high sounding words and praise, on bended knee 
and with great show of supplication, yet who pays no 
heed to the wants and cries of suffering children, hath 
no love of God in his heart ; he pays no deference to his 
creator, for did he truly Avorship the Infinite Source of 
all Being, he would be kind to all created things and 
seek to bless those of his fellows who are in need of 
bounty and of cheer, if for no other reason than that 
they are the oifspring of the Father and as such, worthy 
of all attention and deliverance. 

Human service is God service. He who serves a brother 
man serves the Creator of all being. He who rejects a 



116 HUMAI^ SEKVICE. 

brother man denying him succor in the liour of need, 
rejects and denies his God. 

The Infinite breathes in tlie universe and lives in the 
Human. Outside of these there can be no God. Christ 
crucified is the living example of truth put to death. 
Christ the messenger was a type of other messengers and 
light bearers who had preceded him, and who had 
brought tidings of joy to earth. Teachers, prophets, 
philosophers and sages, have all expended their lives in 
the service of humanity. Christ came to earth to 
exemplify the doctrine of brotherly Love, that had been 
annunciated centuries before his birth. Christ was the 
type of human service to humanity. 

He gave all and asked for nothing, He yielded himself 
a victim to human bigotry and intolerance, that the 
world might behold these evils in all their gloomy 
deformity. To him all men were brothers, even the 
Pharisee was one who possessed the spark of human 
brotherhood that could be fanned into a luminous flame. 

Every age and every clime has had its Sages, Teachers 
and Philosophers. Christ was but one of these who was 
intent on doing good. The service of humanity may be 
made bright with everlasting joy. It may be made to 
flower in the bloom and beauty of budding rose or per- 
fumed lily. It is sweeter than the song of nightingale 
or of angels' tongues. 

The service of humanity in loving devotion to the 
needs of men is of far greater value than is the praising 
of ten thousand choristers, in the sight of God. 

"Holy of holies" may be sung in exquisite tones, but 
when Holy of holies is expressed in beneficient deeds in 
recognition of its sancturay in the human heart, and the 



THE POWER OF GOD. 117 

great centro of life unci of God is beheld in humanity, it 
becomes a paeon of praise and worship that only 
perfected souls can give. 

"Holy! Holy! Holy!" is the service of man when 
expended in helpful efforts to uplift, strengthen and bless 
the race. 

God receives and repays such service. God rejects and 
denies as service that which is sounded forth in words 
alone. 

— CON"FUGIUS. 



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THE POWER OF GOD. 

THE power of God worketh in every human heart; ils 
mission is to banish gloom and to awaken the soul 
to the everlasting purpose and glory of light. 

The world is not meant for darkness, it is meaiit for 
joy and light. Bright waves of splendor break over the 
eastern sky at morn when night has fled. Billows of 
beauty gild the west at eve when day departs. Millions 
of fiery balls in golden glory gem the vault of Heaven 
when night once more appears. All, all is light, all is 
beautiful golden light. No gloom, no darkness, where 
the stars shine; where the moon floods her environments 
with silvery radiance, where the sun burns in fiery bril- 
liancy, Avhere the sunrise and the sunset glow. 

The world is not made for shadow, the universe is not 
made for gloom — all things are made to reach the Light. 



118 THE rowf:R of god. 

The power of God is written everywhere. It is painted 
on the clouds, and stamped upon the ocean wave. It 
whispers in the heart of the rose, and vibrates in the 
atom of a stone. 

The power of God in the human heart is that which 
whispers of love, of hope, of good cheer, of Heaven, of 
light. It will be made manifest by noble deeds, by 
kindly words, pure thoughts, and lofty motives. The 
power of God dispels gloom, brings good cheer and lifts 
the soul from darkness into the everlasting light. 

God made manifest in the soul, is goodness developed. 
Spirituality quickened, love unfolded within and expand- 
ing into eternal expression. The beatitudes may be 
reached here and now, by the very humblest and weakest 
of the human family, no great distinction is needed, no 
high sounding title or name, no influence nor worldly 
power, nothing but a cheerful spirit, nothing but a soul 
of peace and a sense of justice, only an abiding confi- 
dence in the overruling power of love to lift the world 
to divine things. 

The beatitudes are reached by climbing, by aspiring, 
by breathing in the inspirations of Nature and of Heaven ; 
God's power in the heart increases day by day as one 
comes nearer and nearer to the humility, the simplicity, 
and the innocence of a little child, while acquiring the 
experience of wisdom and the judgment of matured mind 
that beholds life as a significant reality that is to be 
lived to the full. 

God's power is everywhere, it is omnipotent grandeur, 
it belongs to humanity and may be lived in high expres- 
sion, and achievement by an individual or by a race. 

— Catherine Beecher. 



THE FORCES OF THE UJ^IVERSE. 119 



THE FORCES OF THE UNIVERSE. 

GREAT forces move the world. All unseen and im- 
weighed by the scales and eyes of mortal man, the 
jiotency of the invisible forces of the universe is 
sufficient for the outworking of all law, and the develoi> 
ment of all power. These forces prove the existence of 
intelligent wisdom and of most skillful design. 

The creation of all the vast, stupendous system of 
worlds that fill the immensity of space is supreme mind 
— no finite man can measure His infinity. Yet finite 
minds can scan the wonders of His works and behold in 
part the greatness of His law. The invisible but potent 
forces that govern life in its various manifestations of 
activity and power hold within themselves the sublimity 
of all truth, the power of all wisdom, motion, light, 
heat. All display the internal force of intelligent power. 
The motor force of all life is electrical in its nature, 
magnetic in all its results. 

Electricity and magnetism are the dual forces that give 
activity, consciousness and potency to being. Snirit 
generates these dual forces and kee^DS them ever alive. 

There is no such thing as death in all the universe — 
no death ! Even in the decaying, festering mass of cor- 
rupt matter, there is active vital force, and every atom 
of that matter is intensely — and for aught man knows 
— consciously alive. 

All things operate under the action of divine law. 
Nature is but another name for force. Force is but 



120 THE FORCES OF THE UNIVERSE 

another name for God. The ruling principle in the im- 
mensity of worlds may be called God, or Good, it matters 
not. We behold His manifestations in His Avorks. Man 
on earth has but started on his journey, his pathway is 
among the stars, and as his soul developes strength and 
mentality, his progress through the shining worlds will 
be grand and swift. Eternity stretches its vast and in- 
conceivable fields before him, and he cannot stay his 
march. World after world will be explored by the rest- 
less human mind. Planet after planet will be studied, 
aye even built up by the will and power of Man as he 
feels the invisible potency of supreme force stirring 
within him, and begins to realize who and what he is — a 
creature of the living God. Aye, the glory of God is 
unspeakable and everlasting. Man catches but feeble 
gleams of it while upon the earth. He has yet to travel 
immeasurable distances in the planetary pathway of 
progression ere he can realize the splendor and power of 
supreme Mind. On Earth, Man dabbles with the things 
of time, he toys with tlirones and coronets, is pleased 
with their shine as the babe is pleased with the spangles 
that adorn his rattle or drum. He is but an infant play- 
ing with the flickering sunbeams of worldly power or 
adulation, until they vanish from his grasp and leave 
only dark shadows behind. But by and bye he travels 
on to higher scenes, to more important works. 

Where he before played with a straw driven by the 
wind, he now grapples with mighty powers, yea, even 
such as govern plannets, and regulate systems in their 
course, and all the universe becomes an unsealed book, 
which he must study through endless time. 

— Marcus Aurelius. 



MINISTRATIOiq-. 121 



MINISTRATION. 

MmiSTRATION is the balm of healing poured upon 
the wounded life, it is the cup of consolation 
offered to tlie Soul that mourns and has not been com- 
forted, it is the helper and the true friend in every hour 
of need. 

Ministration is the Angel to lift the world from sin and 
gloom and to place it in a sphere of beauty and light. 

Ministration belongs to every department of human 
activity, it binds up broken hearts and eases broken 
heads, it gives joy unspeakable to the race and makes 
life beautiful where before it has been dreary and dark. 

Ministration is needed as much by the wounded or 
diseased King in his palace upon his bed of down, as it 
is by the pauper in his hut upon a pallet of straw. 

Ministration hath other names by which it is known, 
it is benevolence extending its white hand in mercy to 
the afflicted and sad, it is charity folding a cloak of 
complete warmth and beauty around the ragged and 
shivering form of distress, it is compassion holding the 
torch of helpfulness for those who grope through dark- 
ened places that they may see the way, it is blessing 
searching out the valleys and shadows of tribulation and 
brightening them with the tender gleam and voice of 
Love. Man may have neither scrip nor coin in his purse, 
he may liave neither pretentious dwellings nor fertile 
lands, he may be robed in homespun and fustian, and yet 



122 AN^ ALLEGORY. 

lie may have compassion in his soul, and Ministration in 
liis speech. 

As long as the world stands and human hearts and 
lives are human, there will be need of Ministration, there 
will be need of blessing and of Love. 

— Margaret Fuller. 



AN ALLEGORY. 

ALONG the flower-bordered path of a magnificent 
garden, tlirough which a winding stream of crystal 
water circulated, a youth and maiden strayed; he was of 
manly proportions, with beardless face and nut brown 
hair; she was lithe and willowy, with a face of beauty, 
surmounted by a crown of golden hair. All around them 
Nature spread her loveliest possessions. Stately trees 
upreared their plumy branches of emerald foliage, upon 
which sweet singing birds of brilliant plumage rocked 
and swayed. O'er all the scene the clear mellow light of 
the summer sun shed its refulgent rays. Beauty reigned 
supreme and the Spirit of Love smiled upon the happy 
pair. 

But soon their careless speech gave way to more earnest 
talk. He was about to start on a journey and she had 
many admonitions to give and much tender council to 
bestow. Ere long they came to the gate of these beautiful 
grounds and to the entrance of a dense forest which, ere 
nightfall should arrive, he must penetrate. Here they 
paused, for here their parting was to come, and with 



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many sweet caresses and gentle, lingering words the fare- 
wells were made. 

Taking from lier bosom a star, which in spite of the 
light had shone most brilliantly there, Angelina presented 
it to her beloved in these words : 

"Vigil, thy way will be through dark jungles and over 
rocky steeps, thy feet shall climb many mountains and 
descend into valleys dim and cold where the roar of 
swollen and troubled rivers will be heard. Xight will 
descend upon thee, and unless thou hath a light to guide 
thy steps, thou wilt stumble and fall. Take thou this 
star and wear it on thy breast. Part not with it whatever 
may betide thee. It will light thee onward through 
every dark and guide thee back to heaven, and me." 

Vigil allowed Angelina to fasten the star upon his 
breast, where it scintillated and shed forth rays of brill- 
iant splendor that no gloom could dim, and the maiden 
continued : 

"It is the star of Truth, presented to me by the God 
who rules on high and it will prove greater in thy service 
than purse or scrip, or than human friends or counsel. 
Guard it well, keep its rays pure by thy own aspirations 
and deeds, and when thou doth return to Heaven bear it 
undimmed upon thy breast." 

The parting came and, while Angelina retraced her 
steps to her own abode of purity and peace, passing 
through the enchanting garden on her way. Vigil 
hastened onward through the gloom where the demon of 
Night seemed to have spread his net. But the darkness 
became brightened as he went, for the star beams cast a 
light in his path by which he would choose his steps. 
The wild beasts that frequented the jungle, awed and 



124 AIs" ALLEGORY. 

blinded by the flash from his star, shrank back in their 
lair and left him unmolested. And thus, buoyed up by 
the courage and strength that the star seemed to infuse 
into his being, he pressed on until he came to the edge 
of the forest into an open field where he prepared to 
spend the night. 

Secure from all harm, in the possession of his star, he 
slept and dreamed of Angelina in her home of peace, nor 
awakened he until the morning tints of beauty had 
appeared. 

Soon he started on his way, journeying afar with fear- 
less step and manly air, carrying the light of his glorious 
star into the many darkened places, and bearing it 
onward over rugged steep and through dangerous pass. 
Many human beings who had dwelt in the shadow of 
error were attracted by his light, and they came to him 
eager to learn of its power and from whence it came. 
To these he gave tidings of the celestial world from which 
he had come, and pointed them over the way which they 
might take to find the sweet abode — and as the rays of 
the star fell upon these enquiring ones they became 
luminous with its golden light which fell upon them and 
which they absorbed. Straitway many set out to find the 
home of the Soul and to seek for the region from 
which came the star of Truth that lighted up the path- 
way of the wanderer and kept him from every ill. 

Thus it came to pass that Vigil wont afar into strange 
places and taught of the Spirit, — his star bearing light 
unto all whom he reached, and instead of traveling in 
search of a celestial city for himself, he tarried among the 
poor and forsaken, teaching them many things, and 
when they had been warmed, and inspired by the rays of 



TRUE SALVATIOjq-. 125 

Truth until they shone in spirit, he hastened on unto 
others who would receive his light. 

And so many ages passed ere he again returned to the 
Heavenly country that he had given up before, the star 
still shining on his breast, and as Angelina, in all her 
radiant beauty, hastened to clasp him to her breast, ten 
thousand cherubims raised their voices in sweetest praise 
to him who had been faithful to his trust. 

— JOHi^r BUKYAI^. 



TRUE SALVATION. 

THE scheme of Salvation as set down by the rules and 
formula of established churches, shifts the atone- 
ment and reparation for sin, from the Soul of the miscre- 
ant to the robes of the Nazarine, provided the trans- 
gressor calls upon the name of Christ in accents of 
entreaty, and begs the Holy One to bear his burdens and 
wash away his sin. 

Atonement for wrong doing by personal purification 
and purgation, and by self endeavor to become noble and 
sinless, in faithful and unselfish service to mankind has 
no part in the scheme of salvation according to canonical 
law. 

"I believe on the power of the Lord Jesus Christ to 
save me from the consequences of my own folly," is 
practically all that the professed Christian requires to say 
in order to be saved from all unrest, if w^e are to accept 
the statement of Church and creed. Credo^ not works, 
not effort, not true repentance is the magic key to unlock 
the gates of everlasting bliss to the spirit of man. "Lord, 



126 TRUE SALVATION". 

I believe, lielp thou mine unbelief," becomes the popular 
cry of the centuries, while Error rules and Reason and 
Truth veil their celestial faces and hide from sight. 

But in the dawning light of the twentieth century, 
greater revelations are made to humanity. The Supernal 
Spheres are opened to the astounded gaze of mortals, 
and celestial tones of instruction fall upon their quickened 
ears. No longer is faith a blind leader of the blind, for 
truth restores her sight, and as she beholds the mounts 
of progress and of effort which man has to climb, she 
points his step o'er the rugged paths, and proves to him 
that not Faith but Knowledge must be the power that 
shall save him from despair. 

Faith in things divine, faith in the universal Good, 
faith in the progress of humanity, will inspire man to 
seek for wisdom and to attain light. Knowledge of him- 
self, of his possibilities, of his needs, will give him power 
to atone for his own misdeeds, to bear his own burdens 
and to become pure in heart and spirit through the help 
of striving, self-conquest and noble effort. True Salva- 
tion from the unrest and pain that a sinful life will 
inevitably bring the soul, is only gained by reformation. 
Stop sinning and begin to live truly and harmoniously 
doing one's best to atone for all past misdeeds by helping 
human beings who are in need. Salvation from the fogs 
and baleful influence of error is found in the attainment 
of truth. Salvation from unhappiness is found in the 
gaining of peace and joy. Stop sinning, Oh, man ! and 
go to work. Work faithfully and nobly for the elimina- 
tion of bad habits and of impure tendencies from thy 
inner life, for the upbuilding of Character, and for the 
betterment of man. Then shall salvation from all that 



TRUE SALVATIOJS^. 127 

is utipleasiiig and painful bo gained and thy soul shall be 
whitened and made pure, not by any cleansing power of 
sacrificial blood, but by the pure outpouring of thine own 
interior aspiration and spiritual force, refined and made 
beautiful by the holiness that thou hast fostered within 
thy life. True Salvation comes only through personal 
works and through "As we sow we shall reap," is 
taught by Angels and enforced as the mandate of God, 
and if we find we have sown a field of tares, it is our 
duty and our privilege to uproot them and to re-sow the 
ground with seed that will in coming harvests enable us 
to reap fruitage meet for the Gods. 

It is not atonement from Christ that we need, — it is 
at-One-ment with Him, the Holy One, in His noble, 
self-sacrificing work that we should gain. To be at one 
with the Spirit of Christ, which is the Spirit of unselfish 
love, is to bring our whole being into accord with that 
which is holy and true. We can no more sin if we are at 
One with Him, for He is stainless and we shall grow in 
his likeness towards the divine. 

AVe need no mediator between our own conscien^.e and 
God, and Clirist never, as a personality, has served as 
such ; but we need a helper and a friend, one who will 
comfort and encourage us in our struggles and efforts, 
one Avho will guide us on to better things ; and as such, 
Christ, the anointed messenger of peace, becomes a 
benefactor and a leader to bless our lives. 

As a Saviour, no man can gain from Him absolution 
for committed wrong or omitted good. Each must be his 
own saviour from ill by turning to the Light and walking 
in it through every hour. 

—Bishop Matthew Simpsoi^. 



128 GEEETIl^G. 



GREETING. 

SPEED on sweet bird and bear a gift 
Of blessing to my friend, 
And from his heart all burdens lift, 

And unto him extend 
A benison of good this hour, 
From Heaven's fair imperial bower. 

Speed on sweet oird and bear 

A blessing unto him, 
Who walks through lowly valleys where 

The light grows pale and dim. 
Oh, tell him of the wondrous life, 
Where glory ever more is rife ! 

Speed on sweet bird with plumage bright. 

Thy nest is built above. 
Where never sorrow's clouds can blight 

The home of perfect love. 
Speed on and give to him a power 
To conquer every darkening hour. 

Speed on, oh messenger of truth. 

And bear to him this night. 
Elixir of immortal youth 

To keep his spirit bright, 
Speed on and sing your sweetest song 
To cheer my friend his way along. 



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